accepting me
Here is what I am learning about myself. I am finding being a Christian can be a trap. We are taught to hold the Bible up as the ideal to live by. When I fell short of meeting that ideal, I felt guilty enough that it destroyed me, and kept me from making peace with many things. I had this idea that to really be repentant, I had to feel bad about it, and not want to repeat it. The bottom line is that I dont feel bad about many of the sexual experiences I have had. In fact, I treasure those memories. I have explored and have enjoyed things most people never allow themselves to. I was beating myself up because I felt different than what I thought I should.
What I have concluded is that I am who I am. God can love and damn me for who I am, but I have spent a lifetime trying to be who everyone wanted me to be, and I was miserable. I am a survivor, and I love s-x. I cherish my past, and would do many of the things again if I had the chance. I have made a commitment to a woman at home, so most are not possible any longer, but I will allow myself to admit that I liked those things. I will no longer feel unworthy of being loved and saved because I like taboo and kinky sex. I will no longer consider myself unworthy of God because I have these tastes. He can accept or damn me for who I am, because I cannot change it. I have endured too much pain trying to live up to some saintly ideal that no one could meet.
I was and am a good man. I have always tried to do the right thing. When Mat tricked me, was still trying to do the right thing. I had promised him I wouldnt tell, so I didnt. I enjoyed how being sexual felt after the initial shock and fear wore off, so I liked repeating it. That doesnt make me evil, it makes me human. I had no way of knowing what I was doing. I knew a game, and I asked my friends if they wanted to play. I knew it was a big boys game, so I knew adults wouldnt like it. I knew I needed to hide what I was doing, not because I understood why, but because I was told to. I knew I liked how it felt, and my friends liked how it felt, so we kept coming back for more. To us it wasnt evil or wrong, it was fun. I was a kid, I was supposed to have fun and play. I am human, I am supposed to enjoy sex. I was ultimately a good man, better than most. If I had the information to make better choices, I would have in a heartbeat.
I have had this feeling of deep inner peace since I have come to these conclusions. Accepting myself was vital. I am who I am. God even uses that at one point, eya essa eya (I am that I am). I cannot be anything else. Life has instilled in me a love of extreme sex. I cant undo it now. I can only accept it as part of me, and move forward. I cannot remove those likes from me, as if performing a kinkectomy and just cutting them out. I am kinky, but I am not evil, and I cant make myself hate what I love.
For example, I enjoy writing erotica. I can fight that, and not write it, and say it is the right thing to do, but what about me in that? I enjoy it, and it brings me a lot of pleasure. I am not forcing it down anyones throat, and I am not usurping anyones rights when I enjoy it. It is my choice, and I enjoy it, why have I spent a lifetime fighting it? I fought it because stringent faith made me feel it was wrong, but inside I didnt feel wrong, I felt good. I have had bis-xual encounters, and they felt good. It was consensual and enjoyable. I hated myself because I enjoyed it. I didnt force myself on him. we chose to do it, and I am through hating myself for it. If I wasnt married, and I had the chance to do it again, I would. I have always hated myself because I knew that deep inside. No matter how I quoted the bible, I felt at odds. I realize now I will never have peace without accepting who I am, and allowing myself to enjoy who I am. as long as I label myself evil or bad, I will hate myself, period. It is time I ended that cycle.
What I have concluded is that I am who I am. God can love and damn me for who I am, but I have spent a lifetime trying to be who everyone wanted me to be, and I was miserable. I am a survivor, and I love s-x. I cherish my past, and would do many of the things again if I had the chance. I have made a commitment to a woman at home, so most are not possible any longer, but I will allow myself to admit that I liked those things. I will no longer feel unworthy of being loved and saved because I like taboo and kinky sex. I will no longer consider myself unworthy of God because I have these tastes. He can accept or damn me for who I am, because I cannot change it. I have endured too much pain trying to live up to some saintly ideal that no one could meet.
I was and am a good man. I have always tried to do the right thing. When Mat tricked me, was still trying to do the right thing. I had promised him I wouldnt tell, so I didnt. I enjoyed how being sexual felt after the initial shock and fear wore off, so I liked repeating it. That doesnt make me evil, it makes me human. I had no way of knowing what I was doing. I knew a game, and I asked my friends if they wanted to play. I knew it was a big boys game, so I knew adults wouldnt like it. I knew I needed to hide what I was doing, not because I understood why, but because I was told to. I knew I liked how it felt, and my friends liked how it felt, so we kept coming back for more. To us it wasnt evil or wrong, it was fun. I was a kid, I was supposed to have fun and play. I am human, I am supposed to enjoy sex. I was ultimately a good man, better than most. If I had the information to make better choices, I would have in a heartbeat.
I have had this feeling of deep inner peace since I have come to these conclusions. Accepting myself was vital. I am who I am. God even uses that at one point, eya essa eya (I am that I am). I cannot be anything else. Life has instilled in me a love of extreme sex. I cant undo it now. I can only accept it as part of me, and move forward. I cannot remove those likes from me, as if performing a kinkectomy and just cutting them out. I am kinky, but I am not evil, and I cant make myself hate what I love.
For example, I enjoy writing erotica. I can fight that, and not write it, and say it is the right thing to do, but what about me in that? I enjoy it, and it brings me a lot of pleasure. I am not forcing it down anyones throat, and I am not usurping anyones rights when I enjoy it. It is my choice, and I enjoy it, why have I spent a lifetime fighting it? I fought it because stringent faith made me feel it was wrong, but inside I didnt feel wrong, I felt good. I have had bis-xual encounters, and they felt good. It was consensual and enjoyable. I hated myself because I enjoyed it. I didnt force myself on him. we chose to do it, and I am through hating myself for it. If I wasnt married, and I had the chance to do it again, I would. I have always hated myself because I knew that deep inside. No matter how I quoted the bible, I felt at odds. I realize now I will never have peace without accepting who I am, and allowing myself to enjoy who I am. as long as I label myself evil or bad, I will hate myself, period. It is time I ended that cycle.