Empty Closet

by rheeb

While cleaning out my closet, I came across my old, ex-gay books.  It’s been eight years since I bought and read most of them, but the pain they inflicted still rears its ugly head in my life from time to time.  Today, I finally threw them all out.  Although I haven’t looked at them in years, I still feel a huge sense of freedom.  Huge.  I was so depressed back then–thinking that something was mentally wrong with me for loving women–that I was a shell of a person.  It was an awful way to live.  Thankfully, those days of pain are over.

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