I can only speak for myself as a Samson guy whilst answering this question.
Some veteran Jackson Mississippi Samson guys' musings, recommended resources, and Samson Society news / updates (all written by 100% Grade A - Human Intelligence)
Weekly meetings available to you are as follows:
Tuesday at 6:30 PM, Truitt Baptist Church - Pearl. Call Matt Flint at (601) 260-8518 or email him at matthewflint.makes@gmail.com.
Wednesday at 6:00 PM, First Baptist Church Jackson - Summit Counseling Suite - 431 North State St. Jackson. Call Don Waller at 601-946-1290 or email him at don@wallerbros.com.
Monday at 6:30 PM , Vertical Church - 521 Gluckstadt Road Madison, MS 39110. Mr. Roane Hunter, facilitator, LifeWorks Counseling.
Wednesday at 7:00 PM, Crossgates Baptist Church. Brandon Reach out to Matthew Lehman at (601)-214-4077 for further info.
Sunday night at 6:00 PM, Grace Crossing Baptist Church - 598 Yandell Rd. Canton. Call Joe McCalman at 601-201-5608 or email him at cookandnoonie@gmail.com.
Tuesday, October 3, 2023
What Does It Mean To "Do The Work"?
Wednesday, September 13, 2023
Should Samson Society Intensive Attendees Remain In Their 3-Day Huddle - Bare Chested (Weather Permitting) - In An Effort To Optimize These Relationally Rich / Affirming Weekends?
I had a feeling that blogpost title would catch your attention!
Firstly, it's important to note that -
Another Samson Society Intensive Weekend is fast approaching! You can find info regarding it here: Mens Intensive — Lifeworks Counseling. It is highly recommended, especially considering the fact that this Samson Society specific weekend has gained as much traction as it has.
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During Labor Day 2023, I found myself swimming in the Ross Barnett Reservoir (a sizable lake close to our home) with a new friend. His family joined my youngest daughter and me mid-morning there at the manmade "beach", and from there, we very much enjoyed the cool water through mid-afternoon. Throughout the majority of the day, he and I sat up on our knees beneath the muddy flow and chatted under the blazing sun. This was the third time we'd had the opportunity to do so since meeting providentially during one of our church's annual daylong mission endeavors. That early summer event required that we caravan to north Mississippi, and fortuitously, we ended up in the same vehicle for the +/-2-hour trek. This, I felt, was the perfect opportunity to interrogate.
Tuesday, August 29, 2023
Recommended Reading - Let's Discuss Buttplay Sans Shame
The reason men are into buttplay is not necessarily because they're homosexual / have same sex attraction. That's a stereotypical generalization. The reason lies in individual guy's relationship to their anus / rectum.
Tuesday, August 15, 2023
Saturday, August 5, 2023
Unpretentious Exposure Then Rebuke
The intensive weekend trip was to south Mississippi where we rented a cabin adjacent to the Okatoma River (for one night). After traveling down Saturday morning, we kayaked / canoed the river (during a harrowing thunderstorm) before using the late afternoon / evening for "share time" around a lovely campfire. There were only +/-10 Samson guys, therefore only a few shares bled over into Sunday morning before our departure.
I chose to kayak the river (single-man kayak) shirtless. I did this because I knew it would be personally contradictory relative to the engrained shame I was experiencing relative to my body. Essentially, I knew that de-shirting there at the "put-in" would be tough, but over the course of the +/-3-hour river trek, I'd become more comfortable. And that was definitely the case, for there were hundreds and hundreds of rednecks on the river that particular Saturday, and many of the guys were shirtless.
Too, another Samson guy (who I was serving as a Silas for) also (eventually) de-shirted. And this was to my delight due to how affirming it felt to me. Furthermore, I felt validated via his willingness to do this, and this made me truly grateful.
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My first significant "physical exposure" experience(s) were actually pre-Samson Society involvement. Back in 2011 / 2012, I acquired my first Silas (though neither he nor I were privy to that term). This man was four years my junior, and as such, we met weekly (Tuesday nights) to run, talk and pray (concretizing the absolute provocativeness / solidarity baked into relational accountability).
The running we'd accomplish shirtless (unless it was unusually chilly). And what was interesting about this was how it impacted my Silas as much as it did me. To be more specific, he found himself motivated to "get in shape" (strength training) as a result of his weekly exposure. Hence, about four months into our routine, he'd muscled up significantly.
These weekly (mostly after dark) shirtless runs went on for well over a year. As a result, I came away deeply grateful for how they validated / encouraged me as a late-30s man who'd never had such an experience.
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Post the aforementioned 2015 Samson Society intensive weekend (the following week), I decided to email my "Silee" in order to thank him / provide commentary as to why him too removing his shirt during the Okatoma River trip was so very affirming to Rob. It's important to know that this younger man was in a canoe (with the facilitator of our Samson group), and that he stayed far behind my more easily navigable kayak throughout the trek.
In response to my email, I received a phone call where he rebuked me for "assuming he was sexually attracted to me". I vividly recall panicking as he bared down via his rhetoric. For I kept seeing all of this getting back to the Samson group facilitator who might very well ask me to leave the group. Whilst attempting to hold back tears, I pleaded with him not to share my email with said facilitator or anyone else (even though it didn't even hint of impropriety). For I was too broken / weak to stand up for myself / my true intentions at this time.
It's important to note that I'd only been a part of the Jackson Metro Samson community, when this occurred, for 10-11 months, and that - again - there was only one local face-to-face group.
Too, you should know that my "Silee" was decidedly straight (he'd been a pastor who'd successfully seduced then bedded numerous parishioners before being removed from his position), and though he was a strikingly handsome guy, he was definitely not in line with my masculine archetype.
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Fast forward to 2018. By now, I was facilitating my own Samson Society group at Lakeside Pres (my home church), and young "Henry", to my delight, I had the privilege of becoming a Silas to.
It didn't take me long to discern that Henry was uber conscientious about his body. He was quite lean at the time that I came to know him but had been overweight too just a year or so prior. Due to the fact that he and his family lived less than a mile from us, we decided to take up running together not long after he nonchalantly disclosed that he'd run a marathon as a high school student.
Though we only did this a handful of times (his work schedule eventually changed + they welcomed baby two), each run was rewarding in and of itself.
But unbeknownst to me, I inadvertently touched a nerve within my young friend during one of these outings. And that had to do with wanting him too to run shirtless (which had been my default during previous runs). (His rebuke, ironically enough, came within the form of an email.)
Why was it so important to me that he choose to do the same (run shirtless)?
I certainly wasn't sexually attracted to Henry's image-bearing bod. No, that wasn't it. Essentially, I wanted to (re)experience what I'd so enjoyed from all those years prior with my first Silas.
That sense of affirming that I've only experienced via shirtless endeavors with friends. It bonded us. Unlike anything I'd ever experienced.
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One last story.
During the second Samson intensive weekend I experienced (2016), our itinerary included rafting down the Chattahoochee River during most of that Saturday. Since it was April, all of us rafters (which consisted of the majority of the Samson guys who'd chosen to attend the weekend) wore wetsuits. Upon our return to the outpost, every man made a beeline to the showers. Unfortunately, the facilities were woefully inadequate in terms of number of showers / room to change, ventilation, etc. Nonetheless, we'd all had such fun throughout our river run that this inconvenience was easily overlooked.
As I made my way into the men's changing room / showers / restroom, it didn't take long for another Samson man to put everyone on notice (altruistically) as to my presence therein. I distinctly remember brushing this off due to how energized I felt relative to the day. Nonetheless, I came away feeling unfairly singled out.
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There's truly no way to know how other Samson guys will react regarding your story. I believe that's why I consider it such a privilege to receive stories from guys whilst doing my darndest to not (over)react. For if a man's courage to reveal his story results in ostracization / scorn / mistrust - of any ilk - there's a good chance he's going to reconsider being as open / authentic down the road.
Thursday, July 27, 2023
Is There Any More Hellacious Location To Consume Porn / Masturbate Than A Port-O-Potty In The Desert Sands Of The Middle East?
I can't think of any.
Tuesday, July 25, 2023
Profound Sensitivity Whilst At "The Beach". (Childhood Past Overlapping With Present Experience.) Unintentionally Exhuming Teenage Trauma.
I requested of my parents that we take a beach vacation when I was a sophomore in high school. At the time, I was around the age of 16 (I'm an only child). My parents, concurrently, were in their mid-30s. The year would have been 1988. It's important to know that we'd never "beached trip" prior, though we had visited the Mississippi Gulf Coast (which has a less than picturesque beach).
Monday, July 24, 2023
Oh, Henry...
Of all the Samson guys I've had the privilege to befriend, Henry was the one I learned from the most. He showed up at a face-to-face Samson meeting I was facilitating (2018?), having been invited by a mutual friend. Immediately, he asked for me to be his Silas (he'd been smitten by Rob's authentic self, crassness, and propensity to encourage), and from there, we were off and running.
Henry was unlike any Samson guy I'd ever met. Eventually, I discovered why. He was depressed...perhaps even clinically depressed and had been throughout much of his life. In spite of his youthful vitality (he was in his late 20s), it was apparent that something was off relative to this extremely intelligent, ambitious young man.
Henry was very successful for his age. He had a beautiful wife, multiple small children and a position at a large international corporation that paid handsomely. But, like so many people who struggle with depression, Henry was easily agitated and very moody. Too, he simply had little, if any spark, at all, for living life. As such, he had few friends / little interests in making friends. His stock rejection recusal was as follows: "It's their loss, not mine..."
Because of his seemingly lifelong depressed state, he medicated himself with sex / lust, and this brought on tremendous guilt (Henry was a devout Christian). Particularly considering that he was a homeschooled pastor's son (who loved his parents fervently) who just happened to be reared within the Deep South.
The humdinger regret for Henry was his past (years-long) fornication with his sweet wife. They went about this whilst being in college together (he was a commuter / she was living within the dorm). The shame / regret therein regarding this carnal disobedience to God's word seemed to have stained Henry's soul permanently. Yet, the virgin excitement / passion had effectively worked as a distraction to his depression.
As a run up to this, Internet porn / sexual fantasies effectively distracted too as Henry dealt with run-of-the-mill adolescent (high school years) rejection from both the opposite (romantic relationships) and same (platonic) sex. Once he was gifted a laptop from his parents, (remember he was a saintly homeschooler) he dove right into the online fun - unfettered / unmonitored.
Henry rationalized this behavior via what he described as "anger towards God" (primarily as a result of romantic rejection), but I never bought it. Instead, I now believe it was solely his depressed state that he was looking to buoy against.
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So, what did I learn from my then friend, Henry?
No amount of anything from me could truly help Henry because Henry refused to acknowledge his depression.
Too, Henry believed therapists were a waste of time.
I can remember actively attempting to encourage my friend, Henry (as a husband, father, worker bee), yet in spite of our friendship, it was apparent that everything within his field of view was marginalized by his depression.
Eventually, this young man turned on me via slander as he attempted to setback friendships I'd pre-Henry / concurrently established with mutual Samson guys. (This was his attempt to absolutely be IN THE RIGHT.)
From there, he stopped communicating with me.
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Fast forward to today.
I have two active Samson friends who're taking prescription meds to manage clinical depression. Both are successful husbands / fathers / businessmen just as Henry was, yet both admitted (years before I had the privilege to befriend them) that there was something else going on - in the background of their minds, so to speak - that was hindering them day to day.
Both of these men talk openly about their meds and how they've found hope via their prescriptions. They also regularly meet with their psychiatrist regarding these drugs relative to being closely monitored therein.
How different would Henry's life might have looked had he been properly diagnosed and treated (as a teenager) for his depression? Specifically, would this homeschooled pastor's son chosen to not repeatedly fornicate (his greatest moral regret) with his girlfriend - within her dorm room, over a two-year period, in advance of their nuptials? Would he have been less susceptible to brood regarding nascent romantic rejection, thereby reducing the pull towards concretized, rebellious online habits (porn consumption)?
When I first befriended Henry, his marriage was on the rocks, due to him being captivated by a sultry female colleague at work and their "friendship" therein. This colleague was in no way a good fit for him, but he was so emotionally numb, she (her sultriness / mysteriously "mature" sensuality) was no doubt a fitting distraction to his mental illness.
And it's that word, distraction, that Henry was always looking for. In the end, I believe it too was all our friendship amounted to. For his depression was far greater than anything else within his life.
Oh, Henry. I pray you've sought out professional help.
Friday, July 7, 2023
Two Pastors & A Parachurch Minister & Their Moral Failings / That Which I Can't Comprehend / Architects Aren't Typically Arsonists
Monday, July 3, 2023
(No Longer In) Bondage To The Thrust
I never would have known my local Samson friend was so spellbound by hot women 'till we had (a repeat) restaurant lunch. As such, a troupe of high school girls traipsed in, and eventually sat adjacent to us. These were pristine, rich, white girls wearing the latest designer clothes / hairstyles. There was 6-8 of them, and they were all bubbly and giggly as they carried their sizable pocket computers like individual bars of gold. These girls were undoubtedly students at the across-the-highway private academy, and they were there at this restaurant on "lunch break" (having driven their parents' BMWs and Mercedes-Benz across the way). Likely many of them came from heady stock - CPAs, surgeons & prominent business owners, having been expectedly pampered throughout their short lives.
At the time, this friend was my Silas 3.0, and the tension he was experiencing due to the "availableness" of this troupe was impossible to miss. I remember feeling powerless and a bit annoyed but altogether grateful as well that I wasn't in his intensive heterosexual shoes.
All in all, I vividly recall him being visibly distraught as he forced himself to not glance their way. It seemingly took all his strength in order to NOT capture / captivate / become spellbound by their sexual prowess. As an aside, him wearing his work uniform likely only added to the intensity of this moment, serving as a reminder of his past, pre-conversion (Christianity) hedonism with many a similar lay.
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Wednesday, June 28, 2023
Attempting To Put the Kibosh On POTENTIAL Sexual Tension Within Silas Relationships (Addressing That New Script Verbiage)
Within the last (30) days, the Samson Society meeting script (available online to virtual meeting facilitators) has been updated to include some pointed language (within the part that speaks to obtaining a Silas).
The initial iteration of that inclusion read something like this:
"The Samson Society is a place to practice nonsexual intimacy. In order to promote the emotional growth of our members and protect spiritual health of our community, sexual communication or connection between members is prohibited. Misconduct is addressed according to Matthew 18."
There are men who are on the hunt for relationships with other men that exist within sexual tension. Specifically, they're looking for guys who they're sexually attracted to and vice versa, thereby generating the potential for segueing the initially platonic relationship into the sexual realm.
When you're engaging with others online (outside of Samson Society), and this is your modus operandi, it's likely going to carry over, by default, whilst transitioning into our community. That is, unless it's made clear up front that this MO isn't welcome.
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Sunday, April 2, 2023
How Might Chronic, Sexual Sin (Adultery) Impact A Man's Long-Term Physical Health?
Prologue: I'm more interested in adultery here versus fornication because typically the latter is tied to younger men, and younger men are usually overall physically healthier.
Monday, March 20, 2023
"Momma's Been Married Five Times."
A few weekends back, I had lunch with a friend from church as an embarrassingly tardy follow-up. He's one of those (surprisingly cool) middle-aged men who's a contrarian (taking his own upbringing into consideration) relative to his marriage / rearing of his own children.
When he and I dined together initially (pre-pandemic - 2019? - I honestly can't recall exactly), I vaguely remember him chatting a fair amount about his devout Christian mother. He likely mentioned (the embarrassing truth) her marital track record then, but it must have blown past Rob without registering. More than likely, I simply had forgotten about this curiosity. Or perhaps, I felt a pity overflow (for him), and therefore simply refused to allow it to stick. Considering this latter assumption, I cannot underestimate the fact that today, he presents himself as a really nice guy who simply found himself (as a boy) within the line of fire as a result of his mother's issues.
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