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Name: Forever Never
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Interests: Someday I want to help other people with their struggle with homosexuality.


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Wednesday, March 08, 2006

Going on a trip

Sorry guys I haven't posted in a while...
Just wanted to let you know I'm about to leave to go on an overseas missions trip so it will be a few weeks or so before I'm back. (I'm already like 3 days behind on reading my xanga subscriptions anyways.) But I'll let you guys know about it when I get back. I already shared my testimony about God helping me overcome homosexuality with my team...which was a big mountain to do...and I'm going to be sharing it where I'm going for the missions trip.

Please pray for us as we go!
Love you all guys,
gdoubled


Tuesday, February 07, 2006

Currently Reading
The Skilled Helper : A Problem-Management and Opportunity-Development Approach to Helping
By Gerard Egan
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The Change is Coming....

Yes, that's right. I'm ready. I'm actually ready for the change. I think I've hit the bisexual stage...lol.

I'm starting to feel accepted as a man. Other guys (especially my roommate) have begun to help me and I've started trying to realize that I do have good guy friends. I can do it...I can do the guy thing. I don't care if I never learn to like football or anything...I do what I like to do...and I don't have to learn all that to be accepted by the masculine world. I don't even have to be in the lobby or out all the time. I'm so insanely busy and overwhelmed with my music classes...I just don't have time. And that's ok. I have good friends and maybe when I get some time I can be with them and have fun. But I'm good just knowing that they're there.

I went to the Dating Seminar on Monday (and going again tomorrow). I got a good picture of what a good wife really can be like. Fun, serious, romantic, loving. I guess all the women I've ever been around have either been (1) manipulative, (2) ditzy, (3) immature, and stuff like that. I guess I've always thought "egh...who wants to be in a relationship like that?" And all I've ever heard was dating drama...I was like..."not for me." But I see that it is possible to have a good relationship...I just need the right girl. It's been so long since I've looked for a girl. The last time I wanted a girlfriend was like back in elementary or junior high...but then I gave up because they were so immature and I always more grown up I guess, because I never had a normal childhood...I've always been grown up. You know? But now, I need to just wait for the right girl to come along.

Yep...I'm ready. Still attracted to guys? Well, yeah...I guess it's more of just comparing myself to them and wishing I had bigger muscles, better skin color, clothes, hair, etc... But I'm working on all that...I can control some of that. But now, maybe I'll do that to attract girls, instead of guys....


Friday, January 20, 2006

Two posts in one day....impressive I know...
I got this from http://www.genesiscounseling.org/

Brokeback Mountain - The Men and the Message
By Joe Dallas Copyright 2005

Just when you thought it was safe to say "Howdy, partner", along comes a cinematic romance between two cowboys that's sure to ignite a fresh round of debates on homosexuality. Brokeback Mountain, which opened in theaters mid December, chronicles a decades long relationship between two ranch hands who meet, fall in love, then marry women and start families of their own. But despite early religious training and societal attitudes, their secret desires won't be denied. So over the years their affair is continued under the guise of friendship, as camping and fishing trips become sexual trysts and vehicles for long, agonizing discussions about the dilemma of being gay, married, and in love with the wrong person.

The film's a sermon, to be sure, and the message is clear: If society would only abandon its prejudice against gays, these fine men could have openly lived a long and happy life together. It's a message we've heard before, but not against the backdrop of such breathtaking scenery, earnest storytelling, and performances by handsome men mixing homosexuality with America's classic masculine icon, the Cowboy. And since gays are the victims in Brokeback Mountain, anyone opposing their behavior will be seen as the oppressor. Christians, then, should expect to be challenged by friends and co-workers who will say, "I saw that movie about the gay cowboys. They were nice guys who really loved each other, so what's your problem with that?"

The question ducks the real issue, as does the film. It isn't whether or not gay men can be "nice guys", nor is it a question of whether they can be masculine, rugged, or capable of deep love. The question is whether or not homosexuality is normal in and of itself, no matter what sort of man practices it. And that's the point Brokeback cleverly avoids. Rather than offer a sound argument for homosexuality itself, it presents attractive homosexual characters who viewers like and sympathize with. Then it plunges them into an ending so tragic and moving (brought about, wouldn't you know, by that old dragon Homophobia) so viewer's feeling are likely to evolve from sympathy for the gay characters into advocacy for gay causes. And isn't the goal of every sermon to stir its listeners to action?

Pro-abortionists have milked this tactic for years. Rather than address abortion itself (a procedure most people find repugnant) they shift the focus onto the plight of the woman - her economic difficulties, her limited options, etc. - eliciting sympathy for the practitioner so the practice itself is ignored. The logic goes something like this

"Nice women sometimes have abortions; women having abortions are often in stressful situations; therefore abortion is OK."
Brokeback perfects this technique, telling us, in essence:
"Nice guys are sometimes also gay; gay men are often mistreated; therefore homosexuality is OK."

But wait a minute. Just as abortion is about the taking of an unborn life, not the character or circumstance of the woman having it done, so homosexuality is about sexual relations between people of the same gender, not the character or circumstance of homosexuals themselves. It's about the way our bodies are made, and whether or not our design testifies to heterosexual or homosexual bonding. It's about the differences between men and women, and whether or not those differences create a complimentary bond that homosexuality can match. And it's about whether or not children - and, indeed, society - are best served by socially experimenting with the family institution or by keeping intact. Those are the questions we need to be asking, and we can ask them boldly while agreeing that, yes, two gay cowboys might be a couple of really nice guys. But "really nice" and "morally right" are hardly the same.

Brokeback Mountain scores high points for a persuasive technique. It seeks to convert the undecided, not with good arguments, but through effective storytelling. And experience has shown that when your cause is questionable, you can still rally support by telling good stories about the people within it.Alexander pope's "Essay on Man" puts it well:

Vice is a monster of so frightful mien,
As, to be hated, needs but to be seen;
Yet seen too oft, familiar with her face,
We first endure, then pity, then embrace.

No doubt we'll be hearing a good deal about Brokeback Mountain. God help us, then, to respond effectively to its message. Because like Vice itself, it offers us a pity we're called to challenge, and an embrace we're compelled to reject.



Currently Reading
Stop Witnessing...and Start Loving
By Paul Borthwick
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A Thank You....

I just wanted to thank everybody for their wonderful encouragements. I really am blessed to have all of you in my life. It really makes a difference.

I am doing better. I still wish I had physical affirmation from people, but I talked with my RA and he helped me see myself better. I've kind of noticed it, but never thought about doing anything about it...but I always walk around in a rush and whenever someone asks me how I'm doing, I say "good how about you?" and then rush off. I never stick around to actually talk with people. I guess I'm usually just afraid it will be awkward and so rushing off prevents that. But oh well...I guess I'll settle with being awkward if it helps me to get to know people more. I really want to spend more time with people on the other halls in my dorm. It seems the close friends that I do have just aren't that touchy/feely like these other people that I see. So I just need more of a variety of friends and maybe run into one that IS like that. You know? I also might talk with my Dorm Pastor and tell him about this and see if he can help me get to know other people in the dorm.


A Great Message...

Today in chapel we had a great message. It was the most relevant and heart-burning message I think I have ever heard. It was SO for all of us here at bible college. The guy talked about how our church sits in a distrust among two groups. The older people who've seen God move and want to remember the good ole days...and the younger people who dream about seeing God move and want to do all sorts of crazy things and try new ways. The problem is that the older people don't want to trust us with taking the baton because our generation is a people of "it's all about me" and "if it doesn't work I'll just quit." And the younger generation sees the older generation in all of their doctrines and rules and regulations and we feel like we can't take the baton without taking all of their hindering baggage.

The speaker told about one time when he was speaking and after a sermon or something, this old old former methodist preacher or evangelist grabbed him and said "I was part of the great Methodist revival. They called us the shouting Methodists. And then you Assemblies of God came along and stole our fire and left us with cold stoves. Someday when you're old another group is going to come along and steal your fire and leave you with a cold stove and you'll be grabbing some young guy by the lapel and tell him the same thing I'm telling you now." And then the guy walked away. I was like wow. We need to learn from the old and the old need to be willing to pass on the baton to us and not let the fire burn out. Whereas we think the older people are lacking application and personalization from their message, we are lacking knowledge about "why" we do things. We are so Biblically illiteratore we are unstable. So both of us need to learn from each other and keep the fire travelling down through the generations.


Monday, January 16, 2006

Currently Reading
Messy Spirituality
By Mike Yaconelli
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Another cry....

Hey guys. I am doing this course again (that I did over a year ago) called Door of Hope from Setting Captives Free ministries (www.settingcaptivesfree.com) and here's a little thing I put at the end in one of my responses....I felt like sharing it with you. I guess I feel rather needy right now.

I think Im slowly falling into a depression again. Its like I keep crying for help over and over and its like people are just watching me saying "yeah...I see you...I know you're drowning...I know you're there...yeah...I understand" but no one saves me. I also feel like a crazy emotional woman who blurts out all of these emotional things and people must be looking at her like shes awkward and needs to work on being stable. I mean...I just dont know what to do you know. I freaking still yearn at night for a guy to touch me like guys do and yet the pain of knowing I may never find anyone like that. I keep running into people and get my hopes all up and then they get bashed over and over. Its like...whats the point. You know? I guess the people Ive told just arent really touchy feely people. Well dang it...I need to meet some of those people. Will somebody freakin help me find that type of thing? Gosh dont you people who read this understand? (Does anybody really read it?) I know you have your own lives and your own problems and your own wishes and hopes. But is it because I think like a crazy woman that I cant imagine someone asking me for help and just ignoring them? Am I just crazy? Am I one of those crazy Jerry Springer women who seem hopeless? Am I one of those stereotypical women who call the radio shows to talk about how their husbands dont listen to them? Am I one of those crazy women who read the love novels and get so emotional? Is that why? Is that how all of you see me? Am I blind to how I appear on the outside? I dont know. I probably am. Because Im getting the same response from everybody...and that tends to mean somethings up...and not with everybody else...but with me. So what is the solution? I dont know. Maybe I should move to Morocco where excess same-sex touching is part of everyday life. I used to say maybe I should go to Oak Lawn and find some temporary affection there...but I know thats stupid and wouldnt be beneficial at all...but what other way could I solve this problem? Its not like Im not trying to rely on God. But I have learned not everything is so super-spiritual. Kill me if my ministry to other people is ever a nice sugar-coated piece of sewage that I say all the right words and appear so spiritual and the only way I help people is by telling them how they need to trust in God for their "breakthrough." Granted the healings come from God...but hey...doesnt that usually happen from other people. Im not saying thats what you guys necessarily do...but I just feel like people only want to talk to me and calm down my emotions or whatever...and then thats it. Grr....Im so frustrated...so lonely...so exploding inside...so pulsating with isolation. Why the hell has my entire life been spent alone in this manner. Yeah...I always had someone to talk to...whether it was a teacher at school, a pastor, a friend in a far away city, somebody on the internet. But thats it...its always been talk...no practicality to it. No going through with anything. Just talk. Freaking talk. Just a counselor...someone who listens to me and gives me little words of advice. Well, by now I guess Ive been offensive. Forgive me if I upset anyone...but this is [me]...unedited. This is [me] behind the smile and behind the "Im doing good. How are you?" This is the heartbeat of a guy who just wants to be loved and healed. Just the real me...



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