I put my hand on my forehead and started to pray. I began to command these demons to leave me, NOW, in the name of Jesus!
Over the years, I tried many variations of this theme. I cried out to God, I prayed, I begged, I pleaded, I sobbed...my heart wanted nothing more than for to God to take it away.
He never did. I never felt the slightest change in my sexuality. In fact, I only grew more attracted to men.
But wait! The Bible is 100% true, every word of it! So what was I doing wrong? As the months passed, I grew depressed, which soon blossomed into thoughts of suicide.
My whole world revolved around God, and God doesn't make mistakes! So what was I? Obviously I was doing something wrong. I was sick, and something inside of me was stained, wicked.
Fuck this. I will CHOOSE to be straight, and that will fix it. Obviously, this is a choice, so I'll choose to never think about men in "that way". There.
That might have worked...but then I discovered a glory hole in our local Kmart men's room.