Thoughts On Hugh Hefner’s Death
I don’t celebrate his death; I’m more brokenhearted by how he lived his life.
I don’t celebrate his death; I’m more brokenhearted by how he lived his life.
It takes us to a place where pain and rejection don’t exist, but neither does beauty or intimacy.
In some sense, shame is the one thing which unites all of humanity. Here’s an introduction.
Like it or not, your seemingly innocent porn problem is fueling global human sex trafficking…
Maybe it’s not wrong to feel all those emotions; maybe they were put there for a reason.
Your sexual status may not be as important as you think.
Not world-control. Not others-control. Not life-control…
Teenage girls once donned their crush’s letter jacket or filled notebooks with his name. Today they just send nudes.
I think that when we encounter something as enormous as grace or as powerful as redemption, the only possible response is to weep.
Every relationship is essentially an experiment in how real, raw and honest you can be in front of this other person.









