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During my college years, I began to deal honestly with my sexuality. I had been aware of my attraction to men for many years. When I was young and didn't yet have a label for my attraction, it never occurred to me to be anything else than natural. When I began to realize I was different, I simply denied it. I ignored it, thinking it was a phase I'd grow out of. During college, I found it wasn't going away. My attraction grew stronger along with my hormones. Finally, I started seeing the campus psychologist and began the long process of understanding myself and my sexuality. At first I was out to change my sexuality from gay to straight. I had heard that it could be done. Wisely, my therapist offered no quick fixes, but let me explore all the avenues I could find.
One such avenue was an "ex-gay" ministry. This is a religious fringe organization that believes if you pray hard enough and try hard enough you can change from gay to straight. After spending some considerable time in the "ex-gay" world, I found their beliefs did not match with reality. In fact, often times they would manipulate reality to fit their circumstances. Even though I learned a lot from them and did a lot of "healing of the inner child," the bottom line was that I was attracted to men. My over riding concern was that God and those I loved (if they knew) would reject me because of my sexuality. But after doing quite a bit of research, I discovered God had no problem with my sexuality; in fact, my sexuality was a gift from God to be responsibly enjoyed. Once that was realized the real issue came to light - I had to accept my sexuality. This was and is the hardest thing of all. Could I learn to accept myself in the same unconditional way that God loved me? I can remember the first time I caught a glimpse of that kind of love and acceptance. It was as if I had exhaled for the first time. Regardless of what family and friends might eventually think, I could protectively rest in this kind of acceptance and love. This began an integration process for me which continues to this day. I strive to integrate my sexuality, my spirituality and every part of my being into a whole person - a wholeness that maximizes my potential.
After college, I moved to San Francisco, and two memorable things happened. The first was being honest with my family and friends about my sexuality. You can guess how "well" a Southern Baptist family took the news. It ranked close to my sister's death in devastation. Mom and Dad got "loving" advice from "spiritual leaders" to excommunicate me, but in the end, they held true to our love. Unfortunately, since I now confessed to being one of their most abhorrent stereotypes, they were determined to change me; and I, of course, was determined to make them accept me unconditionally. Over several years we argued ourselves into exhaustion, and then, finally distancing ourselves from each other. On the one hand, this has been very sad. On the other hand, it has liberated my perspective and helped me embrace my adulthood. I realized that I was just as determined to conform them to my thoughts as they were to conform me to theirs. In recent years, Mom and Dad have very slowly shown little steps of acceptance. The latest has been to visit the house that I and my beloved, Leonard, have bought together - something they said they would never do (more about Leo on the next page). I have given up the expectation and desire to conform my parents to my way of thinking wihtout giving up all hope. The lesson learned is that giving unconditional love is a lesson learned throughout life.
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After Stuart, I took a break from dating anyone seriously. I enjoyed (and still do) aspects of my childhood that keep me young, like my occasional sojourn to "the happiest place on earth," Disneyland. I also used this time to continue therapy and take more responsibility for my personal growth. Though for a time, I was depressed and angst-ridden, eventually, when the dust settled, I discovered that a lot of my religiously based fear had settled too. The fear of disappointing God, fear of God's wrath, fear of parental rejection had all transformed into love for life. It felt like a spiritual conversion - something I allowed to happen, but wasn't sure just "what" was happening. I had moved closer to accepting love, farther from fear, with greater spiritual strength. I could explore the world without my identity feeling threatened. I could travel to the edge of my curiosity and my relationship with God would remain intact. Certainly this was something I knew in my head before; now I experience it in my body. I enjoy this freedom - this absence of fear - and can't get enough of it! I experienced greater integration of my spirituality and sexuality by being a part of two organizations: Evangelicals Concerned and the Radical Fearie movement. My most sobering thought is that I will never experience all of God's creation in my lifetime . . . but I can sure-the-hell try!
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