If I were to type it in it wouldn’t be that bad. I mean I can just erase the history. But what if mom comes home early? It doesn’t matter; she won’t be home until like four. That gives me a hour and a half. I can just look at a couple of bad pictures and be done. What if she finds them though? What if somehow my brother hacks into the history and finds it? I don’t care. It is totally worth it.

I type in the raunchy gay pornography site and proceed to do what boys do. The only problem is I am wrong. Not because it is pornography but because it is the same sex. I feel guilty for being sinful and giving into my sins. I am demented by the devil for sure.

Who in the world could possibly think the same sex is attractive? I mean, there is something wrong with me for sure.

My friends in Upward Educate, a college preparation program, have been the most accepting of my homosexuality. In the following essay I describe the importance of being honest about my sexual orientation. I provide a short story that applies this imperative truth when I was at an Upward Educate convention. The parts are labeled.

Essay

My nerves are actually on edge and I'm shivering as I type this annoying piece of literature. I am a homosexual and I'm not going to lie, it’s an interesting place to be. This shaking and resistance to publishing my story is not because God is telling me to "choose" a better lifestyle: it's because I hear too many horror stories about gays getting killed and I also think about how many people will awkwardly approach me in the future to ask about it. I publish these journals because coming out is something that for certain reasons needs to be done. The main reason being sanity and another being public awareness.

The general public is not as bad as it seems, every hour hearing someone say fucking faggot, or that’s gay. You kind of get used to the creative ways people bash you after a while. The names hardly bug me because it is simply the generations background speaking. The hard part for me is trying to teach people it isn't a sin or a choice.

I’ve been this way since the first time I stepped in the boy’s locker room. Homosexuality deals with sex, that doesn't mean I'm a pervert dement who needs counseling. It just means that my body is sexually aroused by a male’s body instead of the female’s body. Unfortunately because it is viewed as a sin and seen as a sexually confused mishap, homosexuality has led me down several dangerous paths.

Oh, that's why he looked so miserable all the time...he beat himself with a belt. Wouldn't it have been easier just to head to a Bear Bar? I'm sure there are plenty of people who would have lined up to whack this mental patient...and their belts are often studded...oooohhhhh...hope he remembers his safe word...

(CNN) -- Pope John Paul II used to beat himself with a belt and sleep on a bare floor to bring himself closer to Christ, a book published Wednesday says. The late pope had a particular belt for self-flagellation and brought it with him to his summer residence, according to the book, "Why he is a Saint: The True story of John Paul II."

"In the closet, among the cloaks, a particular pant-belt hung from a hook, which he utilized as a whip and one which he always had brought to Castel Gandolfo," the book says.

Mother Teresa is among famous Catholics who self-flagellated in some way, said Michael Barrett, a priest of the Catholic Opus Dei sect.

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Now they're pulling dictionaries out of schools because a kid might stumble across a sexual term. And not because of an uprising from parents, but a complaint from ONE PARENT. And the books were pulled without consulting the school board. Just for the record, folks, there's no such thing as a bad word. It doesn't exist. It's a myth created by fearful parents and ignorant people of faith. Words are not good or bad, they're simply words.

Also for the record, when my parents were raising me, the same words were around, and just as accessible to any kid. The difference at that time was that parents actually, you know, PARENTED! The "F" word was used by my older brothers and sister, right in front of me, but I wasn't allowed to use it. Seems strange, I know, to all you parents out there today who live in this fantasy land where children have the same rights as adults, but you can raise your children to understand that adults are allowed certain freedoms, which children are not. So it's not about shielding your children from information, it's about explaining the limitations children are bound by. Where the hell did all the parents go anyway??

The story starts...

The Menifee Union School District is forming a committee to review whether dictionaries containing the definitions for sexual terms should be permanently banned from the district's classrooms, a district official said Friday.

The 9,000-student K-8 district this week pulled all copies of Merriam-Webster's Collegiate Dictionary after an Oak Meadows Elementary School parent complained about a child stumbling across definitions for "oral sex."

The decision was made without consultation with the district's school board and has raised concerns among First Amendment experts and some parents.

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In Florida, a Marine Reservist attacked a Greek Orthodox Priest who stopped to ask for directions. Oh, and he used a tire iron, and chased the priest several blocks. Oh, and he claimed at first the priest was a terrorist, then changed his story to say the priest "hit on him" and therefore his defense is "gay panic". Oh, and did I mention the buff marine also sells himself out for provocative male model jobs where he strips down to his underwear and even less? This is a true case of the closet being filled with self homophobia.