My name is Matthew Aaron. I grew up in Oklahoma; a town of 1500. My first college class; bigger than my high school. Favorite color: blue. I despise sushi, but stomach through to seem urban. Growing up, we ate liberal amounts of liver and spam. I still enjoy them. Once, I stayed in bed for three days, so no one would bother me. I grew up in a Christian home. For 15 years, I trained Marine Mammals. I once dated a red-headed, Irish guy named Michael Jackson. In September of 1989 I came out of the closet. In 1998, I left my gay life behind for good. Sometimes, looking back makes my head spin.
I knew two things my whole life: I felt different than other boys and Jesus Christ died for my sins. I write for every little boy or “old” man wrestling with homosexuality and Christianity; for parents who wait at the end of the driveway for their boys to return home. I’ve willingly abused the grace God most of my life; pre and post Christ. God has seen more of my back and my middle finger, than my heart. Yet, He willingly gave me the strength to walk away from my sexually, sinful life when I asked. The same scripture being twisted today to affirm homosexuality, called me up and out of homosexuality.
I have no profession of perfection. Only a profession of Christ.
I can’t do life alone.
I can’t do it with another man in my bed.
I am God’s rescue mission. Y tu, tambien.
For the rejected, abandoned, hopeless, the proud, the hot and fit and the “happy”, Jesus died.
I need healthy, intimate relationships. These are the disappointments and revelations of my journey into gay culture and the Christian world and the dark smoky hallways in between.
Hopefully, the intersections of our journeys will illuminate the path to God. Jesus.