I find myself having a particular conversation over and over again. People keep asking me if I plan to have children. The question itself is inoffensive, and I don’t mind politely answering: “no, Jon and I have no plans for children.” If only friends would accept this answer, but they don’t.
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It’s been a long, painful and perilous journey from a life of suffocating fear and self-loathing toward a life of fearlessness and love. I spent most of my teenage and adult years trapped in the impenetrable coffin of my self-loathing, absolutely convinced that I was unlovable to God. As a young boy growing up in the evangelical world, I somehow absorbed the message that being gay makes a person loathsome and subhuman. When I started to discover that I was gay myself, I became the victim of my own undying disgust and hatred. Like a supernova, my being collapsed upon itself, the object of its own unquenchable disgust.
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Stephen Bradford Long 