Here is part of what he writes about is friendship with a gay porn star:
I lay awake that night on the massage table staring at the white lights thinking about the American church. Its head literally inserted in a giant ass when it comes to homosexuals. Hating gays ain’t simply about the holes they’re attracted to. It’s the fact that the church can’t fix ’em. For centuries we’ve tried and tried and tried… and guess what? The Castro district is doing just fine. Maybe my need to fix Steve should be my need to love Steve. To lay myself down for him and serve him regardless of his attractions. Maybe it ain’t my job to be the sex police as a Christ follower and pass judgment on his sexuality. Maybe my job is to tell him Christ came as Reconciler. Maybe I should mind my own damn business and simply point him to the Word of God and teach him who Christ is, all the while hoping he’ll do the same thing for someone else. Maybe the Holy Spirit is more powerful than me and my theological stupidity. Maybe I need to take a back seat to the most powerful entity in the known universe. Maybe I ain’t God and I should act accordingly as I realize everyone has sinned and fallen short. Maybe we, the church, ain’t the sex police. Maybe me loving Steve is simply being with him, giving him time while helping him past the insanity of an insane sinful past, maybe?
BEN DUBOW 
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