This is part of a series of letters to those who may feel lost. Sometimes when we are down, discovering something in the mailbox is just the thing.
It reminds us that we aren’t as alone as we think.
Today I write to a man well into his life and his career and fully capable of making his own choices – and who is growing weary of the loneliness his choice to master same-sex attraction may have brought him.
Let’s call him Jack.
Here we are – charter members of the Surviving SSA Club.
I suppose it has its benefits.
Right now I can’t think of any.
How about you?
Yeah, that’s what I thought.