Pride is a season for LGBTQ joy. Isn’t it? It absolutely is for me and most of my queer family. But did you know many closeted LGBTQ folks feel left out, dejected, and pressured when June rolls around? I have a letter I want to
I’m beautiful in my way ‘cause God makes no mistakes I’m on the right track baby, I was born this way … No matter gay, straight, or bi, lesbian, transgender life I’m on the right track baby, I was born to survive. (Lady Gaga, “Born
Let our kiss infringe upon the holy, Spilling truth on their toxins. After suffering infinite silence and death of rebellion, Let church bells ring in our honor— The shunned and ravaged brothers and sisters “In God’s name,” But God never said. Let choir birds sing
“I feel like I’m undercover in my own home, waiting to be discovered for who I truly am.” These are the words of my peer — let’s call them “Ollie” — who lives in a constant state of anxiety and paranoia since they have returned
On tears and rejecting harmful belief systems Parents who try to change their child’s sexual orientation increase suicide risk significantly (LGBTQ Nation) I cried as I fell asleep — My own fault, really. I shouldn’t have been reading Braden’s Story by Mason Dodd. As an aspiring author
Listen to the podcast interview Imagine it: The Evangelical Christian church in America is a place of extravagant welcome for lesbian, gay, bisexual and transgender Christians. Not the kind of welcome that we have right now. You know, the one where we’re welcome to sit
As most of us know, coming out of the closet is not a single event, but a process. Sometimes it can be a very lengthy one. We may hem and haw, dreading taking that crucial step with people whose good opinion matters to us. They
Listen to the podcast interview I very strongly urge everyone who is a Christian to buy and The God Box by Alex Sanchez. Although this book is largely geared to Gay youth, it is a must-read for all Christians who genuinely seek to live out
The concept of sin is something I have been strangely aware of for most of my life. Sin is not just something I have been conscience of, but it is something I have earnestly wrestled with all my life, especially as a gay man. What
In October 1996, I was attending Berea College, a small, private college in central Kentucky. I was also dating a girl I had met on campus. Her name was Jessie and she is still one of my best friends (even today). I was a different