In the past, this "feeling-down" feeling that I am feeling now would have led to homosexual thinking or activity of some kind. (I know I used the word "feeling" three times in a row. I'm feeling down, okay? Cut me some slack.)
In the midst of my downness, that wanting-to-sexualize-men feeling came pretty strongly.
But I didn't.
I don't want to go back to that vomit.
This pang of pain in my chest is a loneliness to be accepted by other men. To be affirmed, to be encouraged, to be okay in the eyes of other men. Not to trade bodily juices with them.
And so, I sit, writing, waving my little "This Feeling-Down Feeling" banner, and talk to boy-soul.
How are you doing, boy-soul?
I am sad.
Why are you sad?
I don't know.
Are you feeling lonely?
I remember that feeling, when we were younger.
Sitting on the swing, elder brother had just rallied a whole bunch of cousins against us because we were fat and ugly.
Or at least, he made us all believe that.
But we're not fat or ugly.
No, we're not. We're fearfully and wonderfully made in the image of God.
Brother A thinks we're very good-looking. Remember how he always calls us "stud?"
You know what?
I think Brother A's opinion is a lot better than that of a mentally-ill 12-year old brother.
And so, with boy-soul's hand in mine, we get up and start to walk again in our journey towards manhood. And I whisper into boy-soul's ear. "Tonight, we're going to have a good time with the wife in bed. It'll be fun!"
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