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I met a guy on the Internet and after a while I became very much in love with him. So much in love that it became a problem cause I was constantly thinking of him, living an illusion that felt like I was living a dream (it really was only that) and by doing so, I neglected my real life and responsabilities (I have a family of my own). I became like a drug addict in a way, not being able to live WITHOUT him but not being able to live WITH him either... I decided to stop our relationship for the sake of my real life, but it is still very hard like if I had a craving for him. I iss him a lot. I feel I’m going cold turkey! Love is the strongest of drugs you know. Is there any one out there who has been living that kind of relationship and what’s to do to heal from it? Thanx for sharing your thoughts...

just want to say im still here, im just keeping a low profile because atm im goin through a bad time so im sorry if i dont talk or send messages just i dont know where i am these days, anyways i got to go and i hope everyone is doing well!!! huge hugs and kisses to you all xxxxxx love Greg

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On the night of Nov. 20, 2001, a conversation held over Instant Messenger changed our lives forever. Our 12-year-old son messaged me in my office from the computer in his bedroom. Ryan says: can i tell u something Mom says: Yes I am listening Ryan says: well i don't know how to say this really but, well......, i can't keep lying to you about myself. I have been hiding this for too long and i sorta have to tell u now. By now u probably have an idea of what i am about to say. Ryan says: I am gay Ryan says: i can't believe i just told you Mom says: Are you joking? Ryan says: no Ryan says: i thought you would understand because of uncle don Mom says: of course I would Mom says: but what makes you think you are? Ryan says: i know i am Ryan says: i don't like hannah Ryan says: it's just a cover-up Mom says: but that doesn't make you gay... Ryan says: i know Ryan says: but u don't understand Ryan says: i am gay Mom says: tell me more Ryan says: it's just the way i am and it's something i know Ryan says: u r not a lesbian and u know that. it is the same thing Mom says: what do you mean? Ryan says: i am just gay Ryan says: i am that Mom says: I love you no matter what Ryan says: i am white not black Ryan says: i know Ryan says: i am a boy not a girl Ryan says: i am attracted to boys not girls Ryan says: u know that about yourself and i know this Mom says: what about what God thinks about acting on these desires? Ryan says: i know Mom says: thank you for telling me Ryan says: and i am very confused about that right now Mom says: I love you more for being honest Ryan says: i know Ryan says: thanx We were completely shocked. Not that we didn't know and love gay people; my only brother had come out to us several years before, and we adored him. But Ryan? He was unafraid of anything, tough as nails and all boy. We had not seen this coming, and the emotion that overwhelmed us, kept us awake at night and, sadly, influenced all our reactions over the next six years was fear. We said all the things that we thought loving Christian parents who believed the Bible, the Word of God, should say: We love you. We will always love you. And this is hard. Really hard. But we know what God says about this, so you are going to have to make some really difficult choices. We love you. We couldn't love you more. But there are other men who have faced this same struggle, and God has worked in them to change their desires. We'll get you their books; you can listen to their testimonies. And we will trust God with this. We love you. We are so glad you are our son. But you are young, and your sexual orientation is still developing. The feelings you've had for other guys don't make you gay. So please don't tell anyone that you are gay. You don't know who you are yet. Your identity is not that you are gay; it is that you are a child of God. We love you. Nothing will change that. But if you are going to follow Jesus, holiness is your only option. You are going to have to choose to follow Jesus, no matter what. And since you know what the Bible says, and since you want to follow God, embracing your sexuality is not an option. We thought we understood the magnitude of the sacrifice that we -- and God -- were asking for. And this sacrifice, we knew, would lead to an abundant life, perfect peace and eternal rewards. Ryan had always felt intensely drawn to spiritual things; He desired to please God above all else. So, for the first six years, he tried to choose Jesus. Like so many others before him, he pleaded with God to help him be attracted to girls. He memorized Scripture, met with his youth pastor weekly, enthusiastically participated in all the church youth group events and Bible Studies and got baptized. He read all the books that claimed to know where his gay feelings came from, dove into counseling to further discover the whys of his unwanted attraction to other guys, worked through painful conflict resolution with my husband and me and built strong friendships with other guys -- straight guys -- just like the reparative therapy experts advised. He even came out to his entire youth group, giving his testimony of how God had rescued him from the traps of the enemy, and sharing, by memory, verse after verse that God had used to draw Ryan to Him. But nothing changed. God didn't answer his prayer, or ours, though we were all believing with faith that the God of the Universe, the God for whom nothing is impossible, could easily make Ryan straight. But He did not. Though our hearts may have been good (we truly thought what we were doing was loving), we did not even give Ryan a chance to wrestle with God, to figure out what he believed God was telling him through scripture about his sexuality. We had believed firmly in giving each of our four children the space to question Christianity, to decide for themselves if they wanted to follow Jesus, to truly own their own faith. But we were too afraid to give Ryan that room when it came to his sexuality, for fear that he'd make the wrong choice. Basically, we told our son that he had to choose between Jesus and his sexuality. We forced him to make a choice between God and being a sexual person. Choosing God, practically, meant living a lifetime condemned to being alone. He would never have the chance to fall in love, have his first kiss, hold hands, share intimacy and companionship or experience romance. And so, just before his 18th birthday, Ryan, depressed, suicidal, disillusioned and convinced that he would never be able to be loved by God, made a new choice. He decided to throw out his Bible and his faith at the same time and try searching for what he desperately wanted -- peace -- another way. And the way he chose to try first was drugs. We had unintentionally taught Ryan to hate his sexuality. And since sexuality cannot be separated from the self, we had taught Ryan to hate himself. So as he began to use drugs, he did so with a recklessness and a lack of caution for his own safety that was alarming to everyone who knew him. Suddenly our fear of Ryan someday having a boyfriend (a possibility that honestly terrified me) seemed trivial in contrast to our fear of Ryan's death, especially in light of his recent rejection of Christianity and his mounting anger at God. Ryan started with weed and beer, but in six short months was using cocaine, crack and heroin. He was hooked from the beginning, and his self-loathing and rage at God only fueled his addiction. Shortly thereafter, we lost contact with him. For the next year and a half, we didn't know where he was or even if he was dead or alive. And during that horrific time, God had our full attention. We stopped praying for Ryan to become straight. We started praying for him to know that God loved him. We stopped praying for him to never have a boyfriend. We started praying that someday we might actually get to know his boyfriend. We even stopped praying for him to come home to us; we only wanted him to come home to God. By the time our son called us, after 18 long months of silence, God had completely changed our perspective. Because Ryan had done some pretty terrible things while using drugs, the first thing he asked me was this: Do you think you can ever forgive me? (I told him of course, he was already forgiven. He had always been forgiven.) Do you think you could ever love me again? (I told him that we had never stopped loving him, not for one second. We loved him then more than we had ever loved him.) Do you think you could ever love me with a boyfriend? (Crying, I told him that we could love him with 15 boyfriends. We just wanted him back in our lives. We just wanted to have a relationship with him again... and with his boyfriend.) And a new journey was begun, one of healing, restoration, open communication and grace. Lots of grace. And God was present every step of the way, leading and guiding us, gently reminding us simply to love our son and leave the rest up to Him. Over the next 10 months, we learned to truly love our son. Period. No buts. No conditions. Just because he breathes. We learned to love whomever our son loved. And it was easy. What I had been so afraid of became a blessing. The journey wasn't without mistakes, but we had grace for each other, and the language of apology and forgiveness became a natural part of our relationship. As our son pursued recovery from drug and alcohol addiction, we pursued him. God taught us how to love him, to rejoice over him, to be proud of the man he was becoming. We were all healing, and most importantly, Ryan began to think that if we could forgive him and love him, then maybe God could, too. And then Ryan made the classic mistake of a recovering addict: He got back together with his old friends, his using friends. And one evening that was supposed to simply be a night at the movies turned out to be the first time he had shot up in 10 months -- and the last time. Ryan died on July 16, 2009. And we lost the ability to love our gay son, because we no longer had a gay son. What we had wished for, prayed for, hoped for -- that we would not have a gay son -- came true. But not at all in the way we had envisioned. Now, when I think back on the fear that governed all my reactions during those first six years after Ryan told us he was gay, I cringe as I realize how foolish I was. I was afraid of all the wrong things. And I grieve, not only for my oldest son, whom I will miss every day for the rest of my life, but for the mistakes I made. I grieve for what could have been, had we been walking by faith instead of by fear. Now, whenever Rob and I join our gay friends for an evening, I think about how much I would love to be visiting with Ryan and his partner over dinner. But instead, we visit Ryan's gravestone. We celebrate anniversaries: the would-have-been birthdays and the unforgettable day of his death. We wear orange, his color. We hoard memories: pictures, clothing he wore, handwritten notes, lists of things he loved, tokens of his passions, recollections of the funny songs he invented, his Curious George and baseball blankey, anything, really, that reminds us of our beautiful boy, for that is all we have left, and there will be no new memories. We rejoice in our adult children, and in our growing family as they marry, but we ache for the one of our "gang of four" who is missing. We mark life by the days B.C. (before coma) and A.D. (after death), because we are different people now; our life was irrevocably changed in a million ways by his death. We treasure friendships with others who "get it" because they, too, have lost a child. We weep. We seek Heaven for grace and mercy and redemption as we try not to get better but to be better. And we pray that God can somehow use our story to help other parents learn to truly love their children. Just because they breathe.

<p>thanks for the kind thoughts about my mum, means a lot</p>

<p><strong>Da Mihi Castitatem et Continentiam Domine, Sed Noli Modo</strong></p> <p>Discuss.</p>

<p>As hard as it is, my heart cant stop. It wants what it wants. No matter how hard i try, i can not shake you. You are now apart of me. Apart of my heart, my soul, my mind. It is to late to turn, and to hard to try. Now i must move in, act, and speak. My lips are trying to utter the words needed to be said. But cant. So my body takes action, my arms fly up, and reach out for yours. My torso runs forward and touches yours. My lips hug together and push onward, crashing on to yours and say what my voice could not. What my heart has longed and ached for. What my soul has pained and watched for. What my mind has spinned and deliberated for. With no words but kisses i tell you how much you mean to me, and how deeply i care for you. And after we pull away and star deeply into each others eyes. I finally find the courage and strength to say "I Love You" and in a quick response you reply "I Love You Too." And for a single second, it felt like the world stoped turning, and that our little moment would be infinate.

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<p>Wishing you a great 800 days my friend love and hugs Jerry and Davey</p>

<p style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://i.imgur.com/oZwo2U5.gif" alt="" width="565" height="380" /></p> <p style="text-align: center;"><strong>"Hmmmm....this reminds me of something else of yours Squidward.....</strong></p> <p style="text-align: center;"><strong>but it's a LOT smaller."</strong></p>

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Hey everyone! This site is epic and so after a few weeks I decided to officially join your ranks and make an account! :) Not much else to say other than hello and I'd love to add you all as friends and have some chats! :) 

A bit about me, I love writing! I'm currently writing a story about a gay teen, I won't give much away cause I don't want anyone steal my idea, but it's a really lovely story! I also love to live life! Rainbow is my favorite color! And no it's not me in my profile pic, it's Brad

I never seem to see emoticons used on GBT.  Are they out-of-date now?  :)

PLEASE may I have my GBT friends back. I missed you all; and I still counted you as friends while I was away.;o(

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