Monday, February 10, 2025
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A Powerful Stream Of Piss
One way to ensure high pressure urination is to hold it in for a while. Another way is to acquiesce one's genitals into their "best" (most pleasurable) behavior (coitus). & I don't say that in jest. Everyone (ideally) hopes to show their lover a good time when the time comes (sorry). And by that very hopeful goal / definition, the resulting acidic release will no doubt be impressive.
But can we not also hedge this truth up against the idealism put on display whilst attempting to kindle a new friendship? And in line with that, the release after the fact, once we finally allow ourselves to exhale / let out our gut?
Friendships are built over time, but firstly, they must be initiated by someone. From there, an intimate encounter must occur where both parties participate in equal measure. Perhaps this is a "eat / meet up", golf outing, hunting, fishing, etc. Whatever is of interest to both parties. Whether it's individuals or entire clans.
And this encounter takes a lot of energy. For most everyone wants to put their best foot forward. At least initially. Too, there's simply the focus required to perform versus the after-the-fact involuntary exercise of relieving oneself (letting one's hair down).
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Now, I realize not everyone agrees with this "Jekyll / Hyde" approach to relational charm 100%. Some would rather mix & match here in order to "present more authentically". But for me, I typically do gravitate towards charm versus gravitas as a first priority. And I believe that has something to do with my southern upbringing.
For a beautifully set table says a lot, don't you think?
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Last summer, I began to notice some very out-of-the-ordinary activity at one of our neighbors' homes. And mostly this was due to my years-long knowledge that this abode was a rental, and a very ugly (architecturally) rental at that, situated on a less-than-ideal lot. Surprisingly, whomever was now living there had taken an interest in its upkeep! I could hear lawn equipment in full swing combined with the impossible to miss minor upgrades such as outdoor string lights draped above the back porch, etc.
As a result, I made a point to drop by and introduce myself. I was delighted to find the family to be engaging and kind, and they seemed deeply grateful for the handshake / welcome from my oldest daughter and me. Eventually, a formal invite to dinner (at our abode across the street) was delivered, but it didn't actually occur (due to their rigorous family schedule) 'till right at the tail end of last year.
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What made this all the more significant was the history of homeowners / tenants who'd resided within that ugly eyesore of a home. A history that mostly consisted of difficulties / disappointments that we were keen to forget. Hence, a fresh start was upon us, and we were elated.
Eventually, mid-December came. I remember coming home from work early to assist everyone for our guests' (Dad / mom / son / teenage daughter) Friday night arrival.
A quick sidenote: What I hadn't accounted for was the time lapsed (+/-6 months) since making first (brief) contact with this white, middle-class fam. Hence, they'd now truly settled into their rental with its history / shortcomings having soaked in thoroughly.
As such, they were obviously affected overall due to the limitations / permutations of their temporary home (they were / are actively planning / constructing a rural homestead far and away from our suburban enclave).
After their departure (they hung out with us for about 90 minutes), I hoped forlornly that they'd take up our offer to visit our church, especially considering the Xmas season being upon us.
They didn't.
What we did learn was how vital it was for the majority of the clan to escape their rental home via weekend deer hunting treks to south MS (it's important to know that both children wore camouflage attire to our dinner party).
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The hardest part about this failed attempt to gain newfound friends was knowing that it wasn't us. It was their circumstances that kept them from connecting therein. For that "cursed" house simply had run its accelerated course as it pertained to both their immediate and long-term outlook. And it did so via being a constant reminder of their transient status combined with its less-than-ideal living conditions for themselves + their pets.
Hence, we felt unfairly (though only tangentially) sort of responsible - by proxy - of their discomfort in spite of our attempts to be neighborly.
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Samson Society is well represented by this family's temporary plight. It's a (hopefully) pivot point to a better place.
But what's interesting therein is, in terms of the initial Samson Society intro (of yourself), it's the urination that's most vital versus any semblance of presentation performance (formalities). And some of us are better at this than others.
I love this...
In closing, remember where you once were, my Samson brother, when you first stepped foot into a meeting. As such, encourage newbies to pee, all the more, 'till they've fully relieved themselves. And this may take months, if not years, of being listened to. For their troubles didn't happen overnight, and it will take time for their permanent / new home to be planned / constructed.
As such, love them where they're at, patiently waiting for them to realize / recognize that you were once right there too.
Wednesday, February 5, 2025
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Tuesday, January 28, 2025
$$$
Yikes!
I had lunch recently with an old recovery friend. I'd run into him during Q4 of '24 and promised to follow up in January of this year. Of all the men I've known who've truly dedicated themselves to recovery work, he's - by far - the one who's spent the most $$$ therein.
Therapists, workshops, parachurch men's ministries, monetary gifts, gifts and more gifts.
And his story is nothing like mine (nor yours). Therefore, I have complete respect for his monetary choices regarding his personal recovery.
That being said, he also has very, very deep pockets combined with a truly giving spirit. All in all, I'm very fortunate to be his friend, but frankly I can't imagine spending the kind of $$$ he has on recovery efforts.
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The primary reason the talons of gay porn sunk themselves so deeply into my psyche all those years ago (when the Internet first came on the scene) was due to ease of access (it was practically free).
From there, I was on my way down the rabbit hole, wasting countless hours of my life, with eyes wide open. But it's important to note that had there been a "per image fee", you would have NEVER found me online with my credit card in tow.
Hell no.
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Immediately following my '13 job loss, I met with a local therapist who - almost immediately - handed me a pamphlet detailing Bethesda workshops in TN. From there, he stated, "You need to sign up straight away (no pun intended) for the next available weekend workshop". I recall feeling so misunderstood by him for he'd not taken the time to get to know me and my story.
These world renown workshops cost thousands of dollars. I was already having to pay him hundreds of dollars for each therapy session, and this was money I didn't have to spend as well.
It made me feel tremendously used and unserved by the Christian community. Yet, I had no idea where else to turn for genuine help. It didn't take me long to stop honoring my appointments with him.
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As I've been engaged within the Samson Society virtual community, I've noticed that numerous Samson guys have leveraged their recovery work in the form of becoming certified recovery "coaches", etc. as a means to begin drawing an income from their past travails / regrets.
If you take a close look at Mr. Nate Larkin, Samson Society founder, you'll note that his intent was to create a community of men who could find needed support sans paying a fee. Nor did he pivot his vocation towards becoming a paid speaker or recovery advocate who might encourage (paid) membership into his recovery club.
I so admire him for taking this approach. To me, it's a clear reflection of his faith combined with an understanding / comprehension of the immeasurably large problem online porn is for so many men.
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I recognize that venues cost $$$, and that many guys love the notion of a recovery vacation of sorts. Especially as they find themselves well along within their individual recovery journey.
What's important to realize though is that for some of us, participating within Samson Society (meetings / following The Path) was (& continues to be) plenty sufficient. And as such, eventually, we begin / began giving back monetarily to provide support to a ministry that's ready and willing to meet newbies exactly where they're at (just as we once were met).
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Back in '23, I left the Samson Summit (10th anniversary gathering!) a wee bit early. As I was waiting for my ride outside the TX venue, I couldn't help but notice one of the workshop leaders climb into his brand-new top-of-the-line Ford F-150 truck. For he'd just gathered up his belongings (stowed inside the extended cab) and was gearing up to depart.
Frankly I was a bit shocked that a therapist would be driving such a costly vehicle. And I suppose it could have been a rental, but he was only traveling back to Mississippi as I was, therefore I doubted that.
Internet porn is practically free of charge. Strong, reliable BASELINE recovery resources should be the same. Many of us simply aren't willing or able to fork over sizable amounts of $$$ in order to access helpful resources. In turn, tenured Samson guys should be giving $$$ back on a regular basis.
Giving back (time & $$$) is good for the soul.
Saturday, January 25, 2025
I'm Just Another Man. Or Am I?
Years ago, during the pandemic, I wrote a letter to my Silas' (then) boss, asking for permission to "surprisingly visit" their workplace (in light of the lockdowns). If I'm remembering correctly, I was attempting to gain permission to do this on my Silas' birthday. What I didn't realize at the time was his boss (along with his beautiful family) were visiting our church. Once he did eventually respond to me (letter), via email, he informed me of that (in line with an apology related to not being able to honor my surprise visit request).
My Silas' boss is now a formalized leader therein and loved / respected by the majority of the Presbyterian throngs (within our relatively small community church), and (I'm assuming) he and my (now former) Silas are still close friends. This man is a VERY NICE, no doubt godly, All-American male.
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I've been doing a lot of unconventional recovery work ever since the '24 Samson Summit. Blame it on Dr. Andrew Bauman, the shaman.
Recently, I've been listening to a long-form podcast that's shed an intense light on the actual men (day to day / historically) who participate in creating gay porn. It's been a most deconstructing experience for Rob as I've now been given the opportunity to see "up the skirt" of these fellows.
The best way to describe it is disconcertingly healing / disarming / disenfranchising.
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A business owner (same business as my father and I are in) approached me last year regarding his intent of formally acknowledging me as his heir apparent (he'd recently, prior to that dialogue, had begun realigning his book of business in anticipation of this).
This notion of me being identified as his successor took me off guard. For I'd only spoken a few sentences to this man over the previous decade (despite the fact that we worked four of those years within the same suite within our building).
From that point, we chatted casually a handful of times more as '24 progressed, and then, last week, we finally had our first sit down discussion pertaining to laying out a roadmap. As a takeaway, it was as if we'd known each other most of our lives (in spite of the 30-year age gap). I'd never experienced anything like it.
What possibly could have motivated him to choose me? I likely will never know.
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My former Silas' (former) boss is a longstanding neighbor and friend of our church's Senior Pastor. Arguably, it was that friendship that laid the groundwork for him and his clan to begin visiting our church all those years ago. Our pastor knows my story well, and so do numerous other men (in leadership roles) at Lakeside Pres, but what (obviously) stands out is the part about my (homo)sexual identity.
I remember well my former Silas mustering up the courage to divulge to me that "your sexuality doesn't matter to me" out of the blue. We were driving back from Laurel, MS, having spent most of the day at a CrossFit Box where I supported him therein during an all-day competition (he & his old friend won!). I wasn't sure what prompted him to say that to me and didn't feel so moved to ask.
Today, at the Y, I ran into my former Silas' (former) boss. I'm in that particular facility twice weekly and have been for years and years. Never had this unexpected collision happened before. Perhaps he was attempting to fulfill a New Years's resolution.
Man, was it awkward.
Nonetheless, I could feel the truth in the air: "Your sexuality does matter to me. Keep your distance, you (& your family) freak."
I'm willing to bet a dollar that he'll never step foot back into that facility.
What a week of contrasting adjudications.
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