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.
Song of the Day: Aladdin’s Lamp by Teena Marie