The lessons from two erections
I had my first hard-on with my nephew, a 15-month-old. I was a toddler myself.
Confessions of an Ephebophile
First-person accounts of my lifelong attraction to younger men and boys. There is no pornography or illegal material here.
R.I.P. Karl
He dunked for the Nazarene.
So I came to watch.
Let’s wrestle!
I made Kyle flex. With his shirt on, short sleeves rolled up. I took a Polaroid, and then another. He smiled, bigger than I’d ever seen him smile.
Altar call
Of all the weeping boys on their knees, at the front of the campsite hall seeking the Holy Spirit, at the height of a dusty Indiana summer, I chose the brownest boy there. I didn’t know then what I was doing or why. Looking back, it seems obvious.
Backslider
Most people who know me now are surprised to find out that I was a devoted churchgoer in my youth. Although I wasn’t raised “on the pews,” the church was there in my background from the beginning.
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