I knew I was different for as long as I can remember. My earliest memories were same sex feelings. I won’t bore you with all the common childhood and teen experiences at this time, but suffice it to say, back in the fifties, the only option I felt open for me, was to get married.
I am a Seventh-day Adventist with same-sex attractions (SSA). Most would label me gay, even though I am now celibate. I am a second son. My father was rarely home from the time I was born until I was a young adult. … Continue reading –>