I didn't plan on coming back. It's been 4+ years since I last posted 'my final post'. I even forgot my password and the email I signed in with. I didn't go back and read all 100+ posts but pretty sure I never mentioned being molested. It was the reason for this account.
A year before a conversation with a pastor friend who's straight about grace and sexuality triggered the memory of being molested at 16. I had taken a bus from Jersey to Ann Arbor to check out Michigan for college. While there at night I hitchhiked and the guy molested me. I froze when I should've fought back or fled. Instead I sat there staring at the blank brick wall in an empty parking lot. That's the memory that came flooding back, along with the smell of his cologne and the sounds as he tried to arouse me without success. I still only remember his face in shadows. It was my first sexual experience. Before that I don't remember being attracted to guys and had had a girlfriend for a year but she broke up with me before we had sex.
I don't remember much after that later that night, or the next day or the bus ride back to Jersey. By the time I got back, I had successfully buried it and never told anyone, I'm guessing cause of lack of courage and a lotta shame and guilt. I should've told someone cause something similar happened catching a ride with a stranger a few months later in Jersey. It went badly too, and when I got to college almost all my sexual experiences happened with another guy in a car. I don't remember ever thinking about what happened in Michigan again till my conversation with my pastor friend triggered the memory. I never told him till a couple years ago.
I tried to process remembering on my own but that went badly. After reliving it for months, I shared with some friends who helped me to see it wasn't my fault. These posts here were my attenpt to process the emotions triggered by the memory. I guess I should've shared it then but it was too raw.
I've lived with same sex attractions since college. I never put this into conscious words or thought, but being naked with another guy has represented intimacy, and another guy being aroused has meant being the most vulnerable. But I hated doing anything with another guy and haven't since getting out of college. Ever since I've tried to live with same sex attractions and understand things thru the lens of Christianity, and what it is to be a Christian and what it is to be a guy. It's been a rough journey at times, probably made harder trying to work it out on my own. I've come to realize since last posting here that my ideas about intimacy and sex are screwed up.
It's helped remembering Michigan, what has always been an inward hunger to get it right being a guy with other guys now just seems blind. It's been the appeal of porn since I can't bring myself to act out with another guy since following Jesus. Two guys being vulnerable and being guys getting it right. It's a lie, it's just guys following a script, it's not intimacy, it never was. But it's been a battle dealing with sexualizing false ideas of intimacy for so long. Truth helps. Realizing it's not intimacy empties its appeal, but it's a battle.
All this may seem crazy and sinful, but dealing with it has been maybe the most significant factor in my life in finding what is real in Christianity. There's a living reality in all the things that are taught as doctrine: heart and soul, spirit and flesh; old self and new self. What it is to believe into Christ and be in Christ. A living faith as passionate love of God's truth. The hunger for the reality of these things as living has been a constant companion on the journey dealing with same sex attraction.
The memory of being molested is no longer a prison of shame and guilt but I have been hesitant to share this. There's a line of thought that ssa comes from being abused or from dysfunctional families, and that's not true for the majority of guys. Most of the side b guys I know remember having same sex attractions from a young age, for them the attractions are organic to growing up. For me, they started in college, and I don't want my story to diminish theirs'.
What's weird coming back on Tumblr is a lotta the Side B guys I knew before are no longer here. Matter of fact, doing a quick search, it seems like most of the Side Bs I've found are women. Props to you ladies. If you're Side B, especially guys, feel free to hit me up. I've found it can be super encouraging talking with other Side Bs. It's a hard enough journey, made harder walking it alone.











