…just like everybody else

May 27, 2018

But more than that, I was still in the midst of a painful war with my body. While the rest of my hormonal peers were frolicking in their dopamine-addled pairing endeavors,** I was beginning to despair of ever feeling at peace because attraction, that bewildering spatial distortion that would sweep over me when I saw him, whoever he was, made me feel abusive and criminal.

 

It was, I think, the inevitable result of being told, and believing, the toxic lie that this particular uncontrollable, biological response was a willful act of sin. Like most underexposed evangelicals, I equated homosexual attractions with lust; they were one and the same – dire failures of holiness to be avoided at all cost.

 

I remember ranting to my accountability partner (poor soul greatly to be pitied) time after time about my crush(es), “I have no right to even look at him, much less tell you his name! It’s disgusting. I just feel like such a monster.”

 

This was during the “stable” phase of my college career. Good times.

 

http://www.matthewfranklinjones.com/2014/10/23/just-like-everybody-else/

 

 

 

Share on Facebook
Share on Twitter
Please reload

The Greatest Showman | "This Is Me" with Keala Settle | 20th Century FOX

January 16, 2018

1/1
Please reload

Recent Posts
Featured Posts
Search By Tags

August 25, 2018

Please reload

This site was designed with the
.com
website builder. Create your website today.
Start Now