一个恋书癖者的自白

First-person accounts of my lifelong attraction to younger men and boys. There is no pornography or illegal material here.

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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