Currently 28, I was raised Catholic, was in the choir at church and always helped in various ministries there. When I was 22, about 6 years ago; in college I was sitting in on a bible study outside on the lawn. A most angelic voice asked a question, when I saw whom the voice belonged to, a feminine guy, I was confused because up to then I was convinced I was straight. I buried the experience and told myself it was nothing. But as time passed a growing hunger for guys developed in me. When I was 24 I joined a writing club on campus our president was gay, that was really my first interaction with someone that was openly gay, had a pleasant friendship with him but I never revealed how I felt. Two years ago, I tested the water with my siblings to see where they stood on homosexuality and it didn’t end well. I still attended church, went on faith retreats, still sang in choir, because what is singing but praying twice. Then I got lonely, because I didn’t feel God was listening, so I sought comfort and reached to guys online had a couple dates but it all felt wrong so I closed up and cut main ties at church. Then a young adult group formed and I met a girl, and a relationship bloom it became romantic. But everyday with her I was always afraid, “what if I guy came along and I fell for him”, that didn’t happen, what did happen was she cheated on me. That was it, I had lost faith in things ever going right for me, felt that same way when my dad passed away when I was 22. I pulled the rest of my ties to the church, no more choir, no more knights of Columbus, just no more. About 8 months after my girlfriend, I was seriously considering ending my life. Then one night I reconnected with a friend of two years, he had gone through the same with his girlfriend. As our talking continued, it formed into something more and now for the last three months we have been in a committed relationship. In our hardship we have found each other. I’m happy, he’s happy. I consider myself a Cafeteria Catholic, so I’m pick what I wish to subscribe to, yes not the right way, but it’s the way I’ve chosen. I’m singing again, I’m attending church again, I’ve reconnected with those I cut ties with they also know about me and they are accepting. I believe in same-sex unions even if the church doesn’t see it as valid or an institute for family. The Catholic Church is man made, the pope is just a man, priests are just men, and I will not stand to believe that my love is wrong. I live freely. Amen.