I recently posted the following at a forum, where the topic of discussion was whether folks had, or planned to, come out to their parents:

My Dad passed in 2001, and my Mom is 81. At 44, I'm "out" to my wife and a couple of close friends, and that's it. I'm not particularly intent on hiding it, but I'm not exactly a radical in-your-face activist, either.

Am i living a lie? Not an issue for me. There's no need to cause pain where it's not necessary. An there's just no compelling reason for me to do so.

I sat down the other night, and started writing down some notes about my life to see if, now that I'm "out to myself," I might discern a path leading to the present, so to speak. It was weird, I'd remember one thing which would open the door to another memory, and so forth . . .

Before I knew it, it was six hours later and there was my life, and the answer to my question, on my laptop screen.

I'm not sure if it is that profound, but I've tidied it up and posted it below. At the very least, it can give some context to the rest of my essays. I pray that God will use it to encourage someone in their journey down that road less traveled.

*Obvious Gay Traits

I was talking with someone the other day about stereotypes and whether to avoid natural personality traits that may correlate with a negative stereotype. Translation: if you naturally act 'gay,' should you try not to act that way?"

This started me thinking; as usual, this square peg has trouble fitting any round hole. On the one hand,

- I can build or fix almost anything, from cars to houses (thanks, Dad)

- I love military history

- I'm a gun enthusiast, and enjoy hunting

- I drive a pick-up truck (I'm from Texas, though, so that may not count)

- I hate quiche!

On the other hand,

As I had mentioned a few entries back, I have been dealing with the issue of porn for years; computers, broadband and long nights alone can be a killer . . .

Interestingly, since I came out to myself, this doesn't seem to have been an issue for me. It could be coincidence, but you never can tell . . .

I think that finding a *safe* place online to share my struggles with others in similar situations has had a bearing on this as well.

by Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveller, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Since I came out, this has become my anthem. Walking the path of a bisexual Christian is most definitely the "one less traveled by."

I was recently involved in a discussion regarding God "healing" me of being bisexual. I started to reply to a comment there, but by the time I was done, realized that I'd gone off-topic for that forum, so I decided to post it here.