No real weight gain/loss yet. Been fluctuating between 150 and 155 on any given day. Today was leg day and they feel huge! Thought I give an update since I haven’t in a while. :)
I really love this kid so fucking much.
No real weight gain/loss yet. Been fluctuating between 150 and 155 on any given day. Today was leg day and they feel huge! Thought I give an update since I haven’t in a while. :)
I really love this kid so fucking much.
I am really starting to appreciate my son’s Hot Wheels & Matchbox cars. Or, as we call them, Cisformers.
Marriage should only be considered in those relationships in which the members have sex while facing each other… A marriage should only be considered amongst people that can look at each other in the eye while having sexual intercourse, something that doesn’t happen in homosexual couples.
Mexican Congresswoman Ana María Jiménez Ortiz on why same-sex couples shouldn’t be allowed to get married. Not the Onion. (via Gay.net)
Homophobia is so incredibly ignorant. I don’t even have words…
Hey Maria, the best part of intercoursing another dude is looking into his eyes when he cums. I’m bendy as fuck!
Look, I’m not a hateful person or anything–I believe we should all live and let live. But lately, I’ve been having a real problem with these homosexuals. You see, just about wherever I go these days, one of them approaches me and starts sucking my cock.
Take last Sunday, for instance, when I casually struck up a conversation with this guy in the health-club locker room. Nothing fruity, just a couple of fellas talking about their workout routines while enjoying a nice hot shower. The guy looked like a real man’s man, too–big biceps, meaty thighs, thick neck. He didn’t seem the least bit gay. At least not until he started sucking my cock, that is.
Where does this queer get the nerve to suck my cock? Did I look gay to him? Was I wearing a pink feather boa without realizing it? I don’t recall the phrase, “Suck my cock” entering the conversation, and I don’t have a sign around my neck that reads, “Please, You Homosexuals, Suck My Cock.”
I’ve got nothing against homosexuals. Let them be free to do their gay thing in peace, I say. But when they start sucking my cock, then I’ve got a real problem.
Then there was the time I was hiking through the woods and came across a rugged-looking, blond-haired man in his early 30s. He seemed straight enough to me while we were bathing in that mountain stream, but, before you know it, he’s sucking my cock!
What is it with these homos? Can’t they control their sexual urges? Aren’t there enough gay cocks out there for them to suck on without them having to target normal people like me?
Believe me, I have no interest in getting my cock sucked by some queer. But try telling that to the guy at the beach club. Or the one at the video store. Or the one who catered my wedding. Or any of the countless other homos who’ve come on to me recently. All of them sucked my cock, and there was nothing I could do to stop them.
I tell you, when a homosexual is sucking your cock, a lot of strange thoughts go through your head: How the hell did this happen? Where did this fairy ever get the idea that I was gay? And where did he get those fantastic boots?
It screws with your head at other times, too. Every time a man passes me on the street, I’m afraid he’s going to grab me and drag me off to some bathroom to suck my cock. I’ve even started to visualize these repulsive cock-sucking episodes during the healthy, heterosexual marital relations I enjoy with my wife–even some that haven’t actually happened, like the sweaty, post-game locker-room tryst with Vancouver Canucks forward Mark Messier that I can’t seem to stop thinking about.
Things could be worse, I suppose. It could be women trying to suck my cock, which would be adultery and would make me feel tremendously guilty. As it is, I’m just angry and sickened. But believe me, that’s enough. I don’t know what makes these homosexuals mistake me for a guy who wants his cock sucked, and, frankly, I don’t want to know. I just wish there were some way to get them to stop.
I’ve tried all sorts of things to get them to stop, but it has all been to no avail. A few months back, I started wearing an intimidating-looking black leather thong with menacing metal studs in the hopes that it would frighten those faggots off, but it didn’t work. In fact, it only seemed to encourage them. Then, I really started getting rough, slapping them around whenever they were sucking my cock, but that failed, too. Even pulling out of their mouths just before ejaculation and shooting sperm all over their face, neck, chest and hair seemed to have no effect. What do I have to do to get the message across to these swishes?
I swear, if these homosexuals don’t take a hint and quit sucking my cock all the time, I’m going to have to resort to drastic measures–like maybe pinning them down to the cement floor of the loading dock with my powerful forearms and working my cock all the way up their butt so they understand loud and clear just how much I disapprove of their unwelcome advances. I mean, you can’t get much more direct than that.
I constantly find people who tell me, so bold-faced, that they don’t believe in being gay. Well, I don’t believe in being a fascist asshole but there are people who practice that wholeheartedly.
Who cares what you believe? Your offense to something is because of who you are, not because of what the alleged offender is doing in his or her life. People have told me, “I don’t support gay marriage”. Great! You’re straight, so you don’t have to worry about accidentally getting gay married. However, I won’t want to have to lie and be straight married to hide who I am, or vie for medical insurance, or a tax break either. I don’t want to be married out of convenience, I want to be married because I love someone. Is that what people don’t believe in, the love between two people who they have nothing to do with? I don’t understand how someone objects to love. When a person says, “God loves homosexuals, but he doesn’t love what they do.” ”But” usually means, “forget everything I just said, here’s what I really think”. And then the person’s true self rears its ugly head. If God does love everyone equally and fully, then there is no but. There is no condition. God’s love is unconditional. God never really says why he loves everyone, because a why would make it conditional. He simply loves. Not regardless, not in spite of, just loves. Even Paul said “out of faith, hope and love, the greatest of these is love”. John said “God is love”, so therefore if we believe in God, we believe in love. God doesn’t change, and neither does love. God isn’t conditional. Neither is love.
"Lifestyle" is the most offensive word to a gay person. It’s as bad to gay people as making a racial joke to someone that’s not in your bloodline. Do black people live a lifestyle? And what is the purported Christian lifestyle? Do unto others, and all that business? Well, gay folks do that, too. We treat people as we’d want to be treated. We look in on our elderly neighbors. We buy sweets from the local school’s bake sale. (Those with children actually make the cupcakes, too.) We pay our taxes, we mow our lawns, we have a bunch of crap piled up in the back of our cars that shouldn’t be there. We stub our toes in the middle of the night when he have an urge to pee at 2:47 a.m. We’re woken up with noisy neighbors. We gag when we have to scoop the litter box, or we get a whiff of stinky garbage to be taken out. We misplace our keys 20 times a day, and might even blurt out "OH, COME ON!" during a fit of verbal road rage. We play basketball with the guys from the neighborhood, and usually don’t end up naked in a bathhouse together when it’s all over. You know who does end up in compromising situations? Straight people like William Clinton, Anthony Weiner, Elliot Spitzer, Larry Craig, Mark Sanford, and others have been the ones caught in sex scandals, texting their dick pics to other people, soliciting gay prostitutes while married to a woman (who’s confused now?), and just flat out frequenting whores to get their jollies. Yet, the public continues to vote for them, and put them in office, and then are somehow surprised when a scandal erupts. Do straight people support that?
So you see, our “lifestyle” is just life. Granted, some of us look fabulous while doing it, but that’s not a good pair of Manolo Blahnik can’t cure for the average woman. But ultimately, gay people really don’t care what you believe or don’t believe. We’re not asking for your permission to live, laugh, or love. Did you ask anyone for permission when you first got finger banged at church camp your sophomore year in high school? Did you ask anyone for permission the first time you touched yourself in the darkness of your My Pretty Pony bedroom? Did you ask anyone for permission when you lied to your parents about going to Britney’s house, and actually ended up at Amber’s getting drunk on her daddy’s Jack Daniels stash? If you really want to pull skeletons out of the closet, let’s start with yours. Lead by example, and such.
As long as your belief doesn’t hinder someone else’s natural freedom as a human being, or impede on their livelihood, family, finances, religion, or otherwise, then you’re good to go. Gay people don’t tread on the doors of straight people threatening them with hell fire, and talking point debates. No, they lead by example. They married, live long lives together in a committed relationship. They have children, either by surrogate (like straight people), adoption (like straight people), invitro (like straight people), or any other method available to human beings. They lead by example by raising their children with morals of good conduct, compassion, love, and acceptance. These are things the church greatly lacks. Christ never spoke about homosexuality. He also said to love each other as God loved you. He lead by example, forgiving the sinners around him, never once berating them, or brow-beating them. He moved with the greatest compassion anyone has ever seen in a person. The only people Christ ever chastised was the religious leaders of the day; the Pharisees. The ones who stood around with puffed up chests, and peg in their eye trying to point out the sticks in everyone else’s. Christ pointed out the hypocrisy in them, using them as a visual aid of what not to become. Somewhere, the Church missed that part. Christ offered solutions, and let it up to the people whether to follow it or not. He didn’t hold up signs that said, “MY DAD HATES FAGS”. He didn’t say he disagreed with the prostitute, but rather simply left her with her dignity and said “I don’t condemn you (for your past). Go on with your life. Sin no more.” It was as much of an encouragement as a compassionate commandment. If he’d not stepped in to help the women who needed help, she’d have been dead by the end of that chapter.
Christ’s words gave life, but the Church today offers guilt, endless contrition, idolatry, arrogance, and hypocrisy. That’s no sort of Church I want to be part of. My God doesn’t hate anyone.
Tilda Swinton risked arrest waving a rainbow flag in front of the Kremlin in violation of Russia’s new homosexual propaganda bill. And she wants everyone who can to share it in solidarity. (x)
Outside the Stonewall Inn, as a crowd was celebrating the Supreme Court’s same-sex marriage ruling, I met Don Russell, 84, and his 100-year-old partner, Charles Schaeffer.
These two men have been together for 62 YEARS.
When they started dating, Harry Truman was president. It was an entirely different world for gay men, to put it mildly.
"You couldn’t walk around like this," said Don, looking down. Their hands were clasped tightly together.
Wow, 100 years old! Beats that whole “going through a phase” bullshit.
I’m glad Exodus International is shutting down. I’ve been through the Pray-the-Gay-Away therapy. It’s damaging beyond what you can imagine. Through my 20’s, and early 30’, I was depressed (not clinical), hated myself, felt like I wanted to die sometimes, felt guilt, was constantly conflicted, and lived in fear of God dismissing me to hell. It’s a horrible way to live, and ex-gay therapy was the catalyst of it. The therapy is coercive and based in fear-tactics. I went through it with different counselors and support groups, including at the former Higher Dimensions Evangelistic Center with pastor Carlton Pearson. My support group was Living Emotions. It was a hotbed of dread for myself. While friends like Pamela Cook, Anita Duane, & others supported me in it, somewhere I knew it was just a big, fat lie. And that they could never, ever understand what I was going through. I felt horrible about myself all the time. I was “straight” and miserable. I even lied to a whole church, that I’d been “delivered” from it, when in fact, I went home and slept with another man within days. (According to some, I was (and others like me were) demon possessed. What.ev.er.)
It took me another 15 years to finally be gay, be out, and not like it define me and not hide from it either. I lied to myself, and those around me, and my family that I was straight, all while secretly hooking up with men and living a double life. I was in a relationship for almost 4 years, all while telling my family that he was “just my roommate”.
Frankly being gay should be the least interesting thing about me (or any gay person). Being gay is not a lifestyle. Being an athlete is a lifestyle. Being a musician is a lifestyle. My day to day life is rather boring, like yours or anyone else’s. I don’t get up and train to be gay. I don’t send out a rider to my friends for my gay tour.
For those who haven’t been through the Exodus type therapy, those of us who have don’t expect you to understand. For those of you that support it, you’re hurting people. You’re damaging people around you, in the favor of putting balm the thorn-in-your-side (that being uncomfortable with something you simply don’t understand).
All of our experiences in life, gay-related or otherwise, are our own, and no one else can necessarily understand them; nor should any of us expect others to understand it. But please, whatever you do, don’t refer to being gay as a “lifestyle”. Don’t assume all gay people are listening to theater music, sucking Lady Gaga’s teat, or out to get a blowjob in a park. Don’t assume anything other than we want in life what you want in life.
And that is just to be happy. If being happy is a lifestyle, I’ll gladly wear that sash.
Three years ago, Leslie and I began a very public conversation with Our America’s Lisa Ling, from the Oprah Winfrey Network (OWN) regarding some of our deeply held beliefs about Christianity and the LGBT community. Today, we have decided to carry this public conversation even further. While this conversation has and may well continue to be met with many different responses from supporters and critics, it is our desire to keep having these honest discussions in the hopes of arriving to a place of peace.
Several months ago, this conversation led me to call Lisa Ling to take another step on this messy journey. I asked if she would, once again, help us add to the unfolding story by covering my apology to the people who have been hurt by Exodus International. Our ministry has been public and therefore any acknowledgement of wrong must also be public. I haven’t always been the leader of Exodus, but I am now and someone must finally own and acknowledge the hurt of others. I do so anxiously, but willingly.
It is strange to be someone who has both been hurt by the church’s treatment of the LGBT community, and also to be someone who must apologize for being part of the very system of ignorance that perpetuated that hurt. Today it is as if I’ve just woken up to a greater sense of how painful it is to be a sinner in the hands of an angry church.
It is also strange to be an outcast from powerful portions of both the gay community and the Christian community. Because I do not completely agree with the vocalmajorities in either group and am forging a new place of peaceful service in and through both, I will likely continue to be an outsider to some degree. I imagine it to be very much like a man I recently heard speak at a conference I attended, Father Elias Chacour, the Melkite Catholic Archbishop of Israel. He is an Arab Christian, Palestinian by birth, and a citizen of Israel. Talk about a walking contradiction. When I think of the tension of my situation I am comforted by the thought of him and his.
My desire is to completely align with Christ, his Good News for all and his offer of peace amidst the storms of life. My wife Leslie and my beliefs center around grace, the finished work of Christ on the cross and his offer of eternal relationship to any and all that believe. Our beliefs do not center on “sin” because “sin” isn’t at the center of our faith. Our journey hasn’t been about denying the power of Christ to do anything – obviously he is God and can do anything.
With that, here is an expanded version of the apology I offered during my recent interview with Lisa Ling to the people within the LGBTQ community who have been hurt by the Church, Exodus International, and me. I realize some within the communities for which I apologize will say I don’t have the right, as one man, to do so on their behalf. But if the Church is a body, with many members being connected to the whole, then I believe that what one of us does right we all do right, and what one of us does wrong we all do wrong. We have done wrong, and I stand with many others who now recognize the need to offer apologies and make things right. I believe this apology – however imperfect – is what God the Father would have me do.
To Members of the LGBTQ Community:
In 1993 I caused a four-car pileup. In a hurry to get to a friend’s house, I was driving when a bee started buzzing around the inside of my windshield. I hit the bee and it fell on the dashboard. A minute later it started buzzing again with a fury. Trying to swat it again I completely missed the fact that a city bus had stopped three cars in front of me. I also missed that those three cars were stopping, as well. Going 40 miles an hour I slammed into the car in front of me causing a chain reaction. I was injured and so were several others. I never intended for the accident to happen. I would never have knowingly hurt anyone. But I did. And it was my fault. In my rush to get to my destination, fear of being stung by a silly bee, and selfish distraction, I injured others.
I have no idea if any of the people injured in that accident have suffered long term effects. While I did not mean to hurt them, I did. The fact that my heart wasn’t malicious did not lessen their pain or their suffering. I am very sorry that I chose to be distracted that fall afternoon, and that I caused so much damage to people and property. If I could take it all back I absolutely would. But I cannot. I pray that everyone involved in the crash has been restored to health.
Recently, I have begun thinking again about how to apologize to the people that have been hurt by Exodus International through an experience or by a message. I have heard many firsthand stories from people called ex-gay survivors. Stories of people who went to Exodus affiliated ministries or ministers for help only to experience more trauma. I have heard stories of shame, sexual misconduct, and false hope. In every case that has been brought to my attention, there has been swift action resulting in the removal of these leaders and/or their organizations. But rarely was there an apology or a public acknowledgement by me.
And then there is the trauma that I have caused. There were several years that I conveniently omitted my ongoing same-sex attractions. I was afraid to share them as readily and easily as I do today. They brought me tremendous shame and I hid them in the hopes they would go away. Looking back, it seems so odd that I thought I could do something to make them stop. Today, however, I accept these feelings as parts of my life that will likely always be there. The days of feeling shame over being human in that way are long over, and I feel free simply accepting myself as my wife and family does. As my friends do. As God does.
Never in a million years would I intentionally hurt another person. Yet, here I sit having hurt so many by failing to acknowledge the pain some affiliated with Exodus International caused, and by failing to share the whole truth about my own story. My good intentions matter very little and fail to diminish the pain and hurt others have experienced on my watch. The good that we have done at Exodus is overshadowed by all of this.
Friends and critics alike have said it’s not enough to simply change our message or website. I agree. I cannot simply move on and pretend that I have always been the friend that I long to be today. I understand why I am distrusted and why Exodus is hated.
Please know that I am deeply sorry. I am sorry for the pain and hurt many of you have experienced. I am sorry that some of you spent years working through the shame and guilt you felt when your attractions didn’t change. I am sorry we promoted sexual orientation change efforts and reparative theories about sexual orientation that stigmatized parents. I am sorry that there were times I didn’t stand up to people publicly “on my side” who called you names like sodomite—or worse. I am sorry that I, knowing some of you so well, failed to share publicly that the gay and lesbian people I know were every bit as capable of being amazing parents as the straight people that I know. I am sorry that when I celebrated a person coming to Christ and surrendering their sexuality to Him that I callously celebrated the end of relationships that broke your heart. I am sorry that I have communicated that you and your families are less than me and mine.
More than anything, I am sorry that so many have interpreted this religious rejection by Christians as God’s rejection. I am profoundly sorry that many have walked away from their faith and that some have chosen to end their lives. For the rest of my life I will proclaim nothing but the whole truth of the Gospel, one of grace, mercy and open invitation to all to enter into an inseverable relationship with almighty God.
I cannot apologize for my deeply held biblical beliefs about the boundaries I see in scripture surrounding sex, but I will exercise my beliefs with great care and respect for those who do not share them. I cannot apologize for my beliefs about marriage. But I do not have any desire to fight you on your beliefs or the rights that you seek. My beliefs about these things will never again interfere with God’s command to love my neighbor as I love myself.
You have never been my enemy. I am very sorry that I have been yours. I hope the changes in my own life, as well as the ones we announce tonight regarding Exodus International, will bring resolution, and show that I am serious in both my regret and my offer of friendship. I pledge that future endeavors will be focused on peace and common good.
Moving forward, we willserve in our pluralistic culture by hosting thoughtful and safe conversations about gender and sexuality, while partnering with others to reduce fear, inspire hope, and cultivate human flourishing.
I believe in God. I believe in Anarchism. I believe in me. Anarchism is organic, because no one truly knows what will work best in any given community. It's trial & error as to the particulars. Any local community, whether Christian-based, antheist, or mixed, should have a solid opportunity to establish their own non-coercive form of existence; the residents should be able to maneuver through, or out of, the community so it works best for them.
I distill from a quote by Vernon Richards: I believe that all human beings can achieve their own maximum development and fulfilment in life, as individuals, in a community of like-minded individuals, only when they have free access to the means of life, and are equals among equals. I, therefore, maintain that to achieve of society in which the aforementioned conditions are possible, it is absolutely necessary to permanently eliminate all that is authoritarian in existing society.
Through like-minded people, healthy & fair competition, & free sharing of information, a social organization of people would naturally evolve to include everyone willing to participate, and respect the privacy of those that don't. No one, and no thing is superior to another, yet the system in its very fairness & tolerance would be superior to any existing system we understand today.
Here is where I explore all of that. I favor things like Madonna, Janet Jackson, Prince, reading, Breaking Bad, biographies, gardening, & food. I have a beard, and I'm quite good at the sex.