I don't know if this will work since I don't have a password. But even if no one gets to see it I feel like typing this out anyway. To introduce myself my name is Brian and I'm a 20 year old boy lover, and I'm also gay but celibate. There's a boy, Sam, I used to love more than anyone in the world and he goes to my church. I still love him but I have to admit a lot of my affectionate feelings have been "scared off" by certain devastations in the not so distant past... But anyway last Sunday was so great because for the first time since August when I was put in a horrible holding facility at the hospital for 3 days, then committed into a mental hospital for 10 days because of my apparent (direct quote) "attraction to male minors" (The psychiatrist evaluated me by what was written down on his papers and would not let me talk to him or defend myself) I got to really be with 7 year old Sam again. It felt like I was back where I belonged. Thank God for the fact that Sam's family still loves me and trusts me after the police went to them. And especially Sam. He gave me a hug last Sunday and for the first time I was 100% sure that no one told him to do it. And when his older brother was playfully attacking me, Sam scolded him and said "Don't hurt my friend!" Yes, friend... He is still my friend just like he was before everything turned bad. That means so much to me. It almost makes me want to rub it in everyone's face who tried to bring me down and take me away from Sam, that in the end I still got to keep that precious boy in my life. I think God has been kind to me lately.