Comments on: Sheepish? Shy? Timid? That’s me… http://gay-christians.org/2007/02/16/my-life-as-a-faithless-homosexual-continued2/ Faith and Sexuality Reconciled. Wed, 21 Jul 2010 16:09:09 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.0.1 By: diwatangbyaning http://gay-christians.org/2007/02/16/my-life-as-a-faithless-homosexual-continued2/comment-page-1/#comment-36 diwatangbyaning Fri, 20 Apr 2007 16:23:20 +0000 http://rainbowreels.com/gaychristians/?p=8#comment-36 That's why i don't want to be called an artist!-- They do n't have MULA! he he he... That’s why i don’t want to be called an artist!– They do n’t have MULA! he he he…

]]> By: gaychristians http://gay-christians.org/2007/02/16/my-life-as-a-faithless-homosexual-continued2/comment-page-1/#comment-19 gaychristians Fri, 16 Feb 2007 04:41:19 +0000 http://rainbowreels.com/gaychristians/?p=8#comment-19 i know right?! it seems to me that i keep going back to the times when i was affected by any kind of emotion - be it fear, or love, or pain. thanks for coming back. i will be writing more, it’s just that i have several papers due for school. God bless! i know right?! it seems to me that i keep going back to the times when i was affected by any kind of emotion – be it fear, or love, or pain.

thanks for coming back. i will be writing more, it’s just that i have several papers due for school. God bless!

]]> By: Diane http://gay-christians.org/2007/02/16/my-life-as-a-faithless-homosexual-continued2/comment-page-1/#comment-18 Diane Fri, 16 Feb 2007 04:40:01 +0000 http://rainbowreels.com/gaychristians/?p=8#comment-18 Funny how we remember little things that have a profound impact on who we are. After I was molested as a toddler, I constantly fought with my mother against putting on a dress. I refused to wear dresses. I couldn’t consciously articulate why, until decades later it hit me. In my mind a dress was synonymous with being held down and molested. Funny how we remember little things that have a profound impact on who we are. After I was molested as a toddler, I constantly fought with my mother against putting on a dress. I refused to wear dresses. I couldn’t consciously articulate why, until decades later it hit me. In my mind a dress was synonymous with being held down and molested.

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