Tag: personal story
Reneging on My Six… Maybe
A while back, I wrote I was a counter-phobic, sexual six. If you’re not an enneagram nerd like myself, no, I’m not having sex with six people. In short, a sexual six is scared and presents courageous to prove to themself and others they’re able to beat anything. I promise I’m getting to sappy, personal…
Purpose and the Politician
A recent trip to Texas and a Netflix original show trigger thoughts of purpose and destiny.
No Man’s Land
In Lady Montague’a “Turkish Embassy Letters” she describes a people group in South Eastern Europe, during the Ottoman Empire. They existed between Islamic nations and Christian nations. Out of fear, they kept both holy days, refusing to work on both Friday’s and Sunday’s. I resonate with that—binding yourself to fear so intimately you live in…
Epilogue – Colorado Springs, CO
And now is the part where I say, “I returned home! My journies enlightened me. I’ve been changed.” If only… Life has been rough since coming back. I would love to say that all the travels and people transformed me. In the moment, it did. Hope was birthed. Love re-kindled. It was as though life…
Part. 6 – Redding, CA
Redding is special to me… and the why doesn’t really make sense. When I lived there a few years back, people would ask me, “How do you like Redding?” My answer would always be a dodge. “Bethel is great!” (the church I was attending at the time). But somehow, this place that I had no…
Part. 5 – Portland, OR
“How do you feel about driving up the coast from San Francisco to Portland this week?” You can’t ask that question to a lot of people. But I can ask it of Janell. Janell and I met when I was a part of a community house–a special season of life that brought hope and life…
Part 3. – San Luis Obispo, California
What happens when six gays get together
Part 2. – Mack, Colorado
Part two of quitting my job and traveling, in hopes to find answers.
Part 1. – Sierra Vista, Arizona
Part one of quitting my job and traveling, in hopes to find answers.
A Criticism of Gay Culture by a Gay Man
“Don’t end up with a dude, Zach. They’re all terrible!” Matt blurted as Zach and I sat on the couch, drinking martinis. Matt and Zach are roommates, gay/bi (respectably), and not partners. In fact, when Matt introduces Zach to his gay friends, it normally goes something like this: “So-and-so, meet Zach, my roommate. No, we…