My first time

I lost my virginity at age 19 with a stranger I met on the Internet.

He drove 45 minutes from another town to pick me up. I was in summer school at college. We spent two days at his place. His roommate, a girl, was away for the weekend. He drove me back to campus. He was about five years older than me. Looking back, I’m lucky he wasn’t unstable or dangerous.

He was patient with me. I was nervous and had never really even kissed a girl. He wanted to go “all the way” but I wasn’t comfortable with sticking my you-know-what in his you-know-where. Actually it was about three years before I did that… but I digress. There was nothing romantic about it, but he was “nice” if not emotionally distant.

As I wrote in a previous post, the Internet plays an integral role in the explosion of homosexual and other sexual deviances washing over our culture. Before online chat rooms, smartphone apps and craigslist existed, guys met other guys at shady bookstores, or gay bars, or bathhouses, or public restrooms, etc.

In the two years that followed, I had a handful of additional Internet hookups. I told myself I was bisexual, holding onto the hope that I’d find a girl, date, get married, have kids, and all the rest. I did have a friend in college who was “out.” My friends accepted him. But for me, coming out was unthinkable.

Who knows how different my life would be had I been born 20, 30, 40 years earlier. There wouldn’t have been an Internet to introduce me to other guys, or gay pornographic photos. The prevailing cultural forces would’ve pushed me towards dating and marriage. Who knows how different my life would be had I had a different childhood, more supportive and nurturing parents, a stronger male role model than my father, and so on.

Yet one can’t go through life lamenting all the “woulda / shoulda / coulda’s.” As a confessor once told me, I have a cross to bear, as did our Lord. It will never leave me. In this case, it’s not about the journey, it’s about the destination. (Heaven.)

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Fair and balanced: Illinois redefines marriage, TV reporter grins

Recently, I shared how Chicago television station WBBM-TV sent its “chief correspondent” Jay Levine to Springfield to cover a redefine marriage rally with a live report. The next day, pro-marriage advocates rallied. Chicago’s newspapers noted the critical role that black legislators were playing in protecting marriage. Did WBBM-TV send its chief correspondent to cover this pro-marriage rally? No. Did they send anyone? Doesn’t look like it. WBBM’s 6pm and 10pm newscasts showed video, only about three or four clips, of middle-aged white people praying. They didn’t interview anyone. They didn’t show any blacks. Their 10pm newscast made brief mention of the role of the black caucus — but their 6pm newscast didn’t. Fast forward to when Illinois’ General Assembly passed a gay “marriage” law. WBBM sent Levine back to Springfield for a live report. Levine had an approving grin on his face as he interviewed a sodomitical marriage supporter live on the air. There was a time when journalists were journalists, and strove for at least the appearance of being impartial.