When I was twelve the Lord woke me up one night and instructed me to pray for my future wife whom I had never met.
I thought, “No, church sounds really boring.” I was a teenager at the time. I asked what most teenage [boys would] ask, “Are there going to be girls there.” The answer was, “Yes.” I said, “I’m going to church!” So I went to c...
Every relationship, every encounter, would get worse, would become more perverted, more faceless, more emotionless. I had been with countless men. I could fill up a notebook full of the men that I had been with.
"My grandfather was very perverted. He did things and said things only to me, and it was kept a secret."
My name is Dr. Nikki Velasco. I am an Assistant Professor of Research Methods and Statistics. I was raised by a single mom, not from the United States, who has been married many times and has some sad patterns when it comes t...
In 1968 I was eighteen and at the height of the hippie movement. You know I smoked a lot of pot, took a lot of acid, did a lot of drugs. In the middle of Los Angeles I took off all of my clothes so I could become one with the...
I was addicted to pornography, I was addicted to masturbation. I was addicted to sex. I was also a heterosexual male
I thought that I had nothing to live for. I thought that I was the most worthless mother on the face of the earth. I was no good as a wife. As a mother. As a daughter. As a friend
Carrie prostituted herself for drugs. As a registered nurse, educated and articulate, she never expected to go so low.
"By the time I was in puberty I had one foot in the homosexual world, one in the heterosexual world, and I didn’t know how I got there."