#i genuinely h8 working out like u guys don’t even get it

[chryblossomjjk]

heading to the gym for the first time in forever

[criminally--reid]

library lovers

I h8 the title- n e ways... here's the fix that's been promised to be posted at least twice a week for the past month 😌✋🏽also if u want untagged yk who u are smsbsj lmk,, i just thought id use the anon tag so u could see it snsbsj n e ways let's get on wiv d shit show

warnings: awkward chaotic gay, general smutty stuff y'know, mutual masturbation, i’ve never written mxm fic before so yonkers :| 

word count: 2.6k

Pairing: bi!spencer x (dom-ish)male!reader 

//a.n.\\ somehow the reader ends up in charge and i kinda like it tbh. i'm shit at storylines,  but honestly,, highschool homophobe masturbating with spencer reid? Call that character development 

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You hadn't seen Spencer in years. Remembering the terms the two of you ended on, you weren't surprised either. All throughout highschool, you were the movie-esque tormentors of the frail, nerdy kid. The bully that wasn't actually supposed to exist. The absolute nightmare that had kids like Spencer trembling, dreading to relive the same terror another day. 

Shock couldn't even begin to cover what you felt the day you watched him walk into the library you now owned. You had been working on forgetting him since graduation. Just when you thought the remnants of Spencer had dripped entirely from your memory, everything came flooding in the matter of milliseconds the moment he walked through your door. All the times you watched him eat alone, pick his things up alone after someone had thrown them out of his hands; all the times you could've stepped up and just chose not to. You promised yourself you'd be different. Now was your chance. 

You subtly watch Spencer as he looks through the many isles of books. Beginning at young adult, trailing quickly to non-fiction, and eventually ending up in the classic section. He doesn't spend much time amongst the books - 5 minutes at the most since he walked in - before bringing a stack of 6 books up to the counter; you anxiously waiting to scan him in. 

"Did- did you find all your books alright?" You manage to ask. Spencer merely nods his head, crossing his arms and bringing one of his hands up to his mouth, chewing on his fingernails. His brows furrow and you're worried he's about to say something. 

"I'm a little surprised to see you working here actually." This throws you off. You did not plan for this- this confrontation. 

"I take it you remember me?" 

"I'm not really one to forget things, you know." Fair enough. 

"Well, yes. I actually run the place now. My grandfather had passed it on to me." 

"Oh he's…? I'm so sorry for your loss." 

Spencer's look of sincerity throws you off. After all the years of you being his worst fear, he still had room in his heart to be genuinely kind towards you. 

"It's fine, really. It was so long ago now. And besides- now I have this grand, ancient bookstore." You end with a chuckle and finish scanning the barcodes in each of his books. 

"Thank you- uh actually, could you help me find something else?"

"Of course! What're you looking for?" 

"Everyone keeps recommending me Donna Tart, where could I find some of her work?" 

"Follow me," you gesture and move from behind the counter. 

You walk him over to the very back of the store where all the dark academia-esq books are. While sifting through the books, he asks you a question that catches you completely off guard; his voice nothing above a whisper. 

"And I take it that you don't still hate me-" 

You immediately know what he's talking about. How silly of you to think the past wouldn’t be brought up.  

You clear your throat before speaking up. "I- n-no of course not. I- I uh- I know this is extremely cliche, and I'm not trying to excuse away any of the horrible things I did to you but- I was hiding." 

"From what?" Spencer chimes in quietly. 

"I just didn't know how to feel about myself. Gay this and gay that- it was all so negative. I didn't want to be known for something that was apparently so wrong. I definitely couldn't let the football playing circle jerkers I called my friends know about how I felt towards other guys. An-and I saw how they treated people like you and I didn't want that, so I joined them." 

"So you're gay?" Spencer asks, and you nod slowly. "And you and your 'circle jerking buddies' tortured me because you all thought I was gay?" 

"Well- I- we uh- that's what they said. I knew it wasn't good, but I didn't do anything because of what I was. I know the word 'sorry' will never make up for anything I've ever done or said to you, but I am so so sorry, Spencer." 

"You guys just knew I was gay? -Gaydar that strong, huh?" Spencer ends in a chuckle, easing up your tension, allowing you to slip out a soft laugh, too. 

"Obviously, it wasn't too good. I somehow managed to skate by for four years." 

"That you did." For the first time in years, when you look at Spencer, he doesn't look upset. A content, lazy smile accompanies his happy eyes as he. "Well- actually, I'm not entirely gay so I guess their gaydar needed some tweeking, hm?" 

"Oh, you're-" you attempt, but get cut-off. 

"Bi? Yeah. I realized I was bi when I realized I had a crush on you and your tenth grade girlfriend. What about you?" 

Still skimming the pages of a Donna Tart book, never looking up from it. So nonchalant. Him being so upfront with you was honestly exciting. You never imagined that you'd be remotely friendly with Spencer Reid, let alone him revealing he had a crush on you. "Ah, about junior year, I figured out I kinda had a thing for you." 

"Say, uh," Spencer started, tucking his hair behind his ear and slipping the book back onto the shelf. "I liked you; you liked me. Why don't we hang out sometime or something-" 

You could tell Spencer was trying hard to mask his enthusiasm. You were too. 

"Erm- yeah totally! I get off in about an hour actually; I could call you, and we could grab coffee or something." 

"Sounds great," Spencer says hurriedly as he fishes around in his pocket, drawing out a small slip of paper and drawing the pen from his shirt pocket. He hands you the freshly used paper with his number inscribed on it in smudged black ink. 

The next hour, excitement coursed through you. You're bustling around, fidgeting, unshelving and re-shelving books, sweeping, mopping - anything to keep your mind off of the end of your shift. The busiest yet slowest hour of your life. Your shift ends and your excitement reaches its peak. Your finger hovers over the call button at the bottom of your screen, hesitating. For a split second you get the courage to press call, but then you immediately regret it - that is until his hurried, excited voice slips through the speaker. 

"Hey, y/n! It's Spencer! Uh- you know.. that.. of course. Anyways, uh there's this coffee shop about a block away from my place. I wondered if maybe you'd wanna go and have an early dinner or something." 

You can't help but chuckle at his excitement; trying to calm down your own. "That sounds great, Spencer. What's the place?" 

"Café Negra-" 

"What?!" you cut him off "I go there all the time! How have I never seen you?" 

"What? That's insane. How have we not crossed each other there?" 

"No clue.. Anyways I'll meet you there- uh about 20?" 

"Perfect." Spencer hangs up without any formal goodbyes, but you couldn't care less - you couldn't wait to meet him at the coffee shop. 

The date - which neither of you bothered to assign that title to the event, but you both knew it was, in fact, a date - went impressively well. It's like you two had never been enemies in the first place. Those four years in high school wiped clean of any hard feelings as the two of you drank coffee way too strong for 6p.m., ate double chocolate muffins, and laughed away. 

When it comes time to leave, Spencer stands up first, throwing away his cup and muffin wrapper; you follow quickly and do the same. 

A mutual agreement was somehow made to take it back to Spencer's place. Maybe it was the lack of goodbyes that he seemed prone to. Whatever it was, the evening didn't feel finished. 

Once inside his cozy apartment, he welcomes you to his couch before maneuvering to the tv stand, kneeling down and pulling out three movies. He gestures for you to choose one, and you choose Titanic. Not the greatest choice of the three, but you had a feeling you wouldn't be focused on the movie too much anyways. 

He puts the disc into the player before joining you on the couch. About twenty minutes into the movie, he moves closer to you, resting his shoulder slowly, cautiously as if asking permission. You ease his nerves by welcoming his head on your shoulder and leaning against him in return. The next half an hour is full of stolen glances, light touches, and snuggling. All innocent until Spencer slides his hand up your thigh. You try not to mind it much. Maybe he's just absentminded in all the contact. He doesn't know what he's doing. You try to focus on the movie and not on his hand getting ever so dangerously close until you just can't anymore. Looking down at him, he's already making eye contact with you, driving you wild. Instinctually you connect your lips with his. 

Spencer shuffles over and straddles your lap, never disconnecting your lips. Your hands roam around his shoulders and back before dipping underneath the hem of his shirt and pulling it off. He makes quick work of returning the favor. After a few more chaste kisses, he stands up, pulling you up with him, and pushes his pants to the floor with you following suit. Spencer places his fingers under your chin, bringing your face up to his in an attempt to place another open-mouthed kiss on your bite-swollen lips. However, you muster up a burst of courage and manage to flip the script. Placing your fingers on Spencer’s chest and holding him at arm's length, you keep eye contact while you take a seat on one end of the couch. You motion for him to take his seat at the other end. 

Spencer, still unsure of the current situation, watches you move. He watches as you run your fingertips up and down your thighs. As you wet the palm of your hand with your tongue before running it up and down your shaft. Lightly tracing your fingertips over your reddened head, hissing at the contact. 

“Your turn,” you say barely above a whisper. 

Spencer’s eyes go wide, but he still obliges, wetting his hand and repeating your actions on himself. Hissing and cursing at the contact with his eager cock. He soon gets lost in his own world of pleasure. Moving faster and moaning barely-there profanities. Watching the show, you bring your hand back to yourself. Your eyes shut as you listen to Spencer; his pretty gasps like music to your ears. 

“Y-y/n? I’m- I’m close.” 

“Awh, so soon? You sure you can’t hold on for me just a little longer?” 

Spencer lets out a strangled moan and forces himself to slow his pace. Watching him struggle to contain himself turns you on even more. His desperate whines and pleas for release getting you closer to the edge. “Look at me, bubbas,” you coax. 

Spencer looks up at you, pushing a tuft of hair from his eyes. His other hand still desperately attached to the base of his cock, awaiting further instruction. 

“Listen.. We’re gonna cum together okay?” Spencer only manages a nod in response so you continue. “I want you to move faster again; get closer. But I want you to let me know when you’re about to cum, okay?” 

You’re met with a furious nod for an answer as he works at his waist, bringing himself closer to his climax; you simultaneously doing the same.

“F-fuck fuckfuckfuck! -M gonna cum. Shit! I’m cumming!” Spencer's cries of pleasure send you over the edge and you both spill over together. Your head dips back over the armrest of the couch as you try to catch your breath. You bring your head back up and look at Spencer, only to see him leaning sideways against the back of the couch, still out of breath and coates in a layer of sweat. 

“Why don’t we go get cleaned up, hm?” 

Spencer nods his head in agreement before getting up off the couch and leading you to the bathroom. You definitely aren’t going home tonight.  

[sequoiann]

❧ b.sk | roommate!au

pairing; seventeen seungkwan x reader

genre; bulletpointed, roommate!seungkwan, humor (loads of this), fluff (loads of this too)

✎a/n; i’m eggcited for this wewew hope ya’ll enjoy thiss !! psps. i’m probably gonna do this on a lot of other members so do leave a msg in my inbox to let me know who you’d like to see a roommate!au on ;))

UWAKK I CAN ALREADY PICTURE THIS

ok so so sO!

seungkwan

boo seungkwan

as a roommate

you seriously won’t know whether to thank all the gods up there for sending you such an angelic patootie 

or to curse the devils for sending you one of their kind

bc not gon lie but seungkwan is a real mix

the story of how the two of you ended up in the same dorm room is really simple tbh

according to school protocols ;; male dorms and female dorms should be far apart

like really far apart

bc no one wants ehEM EHEM to happen right?

wrong lol 

the university gives no shit about that man

they just mix whatever they want

but most girls and guys willingly stick to sharing a room with the same gender since it’ll be less awkward

but you transferred to the school around midterms 

and the girls’ dorms were full

or at least that’s what they told you

so they decide to put you in the guys’ dorms

“you don’t mind, right?” 

“of course not. everything’s alright.” 

“great. here’s your key. eleventh floor, room five.” 

ok you minded

a lot.

like you pretty much have to live with this guy now?? and if he’s messy and disgusting and—

oh my god you didn’t even want to think about it

you kinda resigned to your fate and went straight to the dorms, to your room, bc you had a shitload of luggage to park.

when you got in, you were pleasantly surprised

the place was really really really clean??

like there were no random trousers hanging everywhere and the floor felt really dust-less

and you felt that ray of hope that this plan wouldn’t be so bad after all

and like juST before you were about to unpack

the door opens

//grand music plays

seungkwan enters

but at that time you didn’t know him yet so you just awkwardly scramble to your feet

and bow slightly since you were aware that your roommate was a year older

and do your formal introduction of ‘hi i’m y/n please take care of mi’

you look up and notice he’s cute

like cute as in

the baby kind of cute screeeeches

and he looked nice and quiet

HA ‘QUIET’ WHAT WERE YOU EVEN THINKING

ok so he introduces himself as seungkwan 

and the start was really awkward tbh 

the both of you were just literally walking circles around the room and staying on opposite ends bc awKWARD !1!!

you weren’t one to start a convo so yeah this time was no exception

but seungkwan actually initiated one and you were so relieved bc you were literally suffocating from this awkward air

he was like “so, um, you’re a year younger?” 

“yeah”

“do you need help, er, unpacking?”

you turn to your heavy ass luggage and overflowing clothes and laughed

“yeah, i guess?”

seungkwan looked excited bc he internally wanted to do sth so ya’ll can get over this ice cold thing

so ice ice baby ok i’m sorry let’s continue

and he literally bounces on two feet and like goes over to you and hE LOOKED LIKE AN ADORABLE PENGUIN ASDFGHJK

he helps you get your clothes out and like a lot of them got unfolded so he kindly folds them back and stacks them neatly

then he like opens the empty side of the closet which he wasn’t using and helps you load your clothes in there

and he hangs up your coats before coming back to you 

who was struggling with the cables you had put in your bag bc they tangled up real bad

meANWHILE

seungkwan decides to unzip a ‘hidden compartment’ of your luggage 

and vOILA

he bursts into laughter and you had no idea what was going on

then you notice the unzipped compartment and you just

“SEUNGKWAN !!!?!??!?!?” 

and he was literally a laughing mess on the floor like his ears were red and he was rolling about trying to catch his breath but it wasn’t working

bc,,,, you kept your bra and undies in there

and seungkwan saw it

zE eMBArrASSmENT 

seungkwan manages to choke out an ‘iM soRRY’ before he continues dying in his own laughter

and you can’t help but laugh too bc his laughter was contagious asf

and bc of this incident ,,, ya’ll became really really close

it’s like a ‘he already saw my undergarments on our first meeting what worse can happen’

so yall became very open with each other

like after four months or so ya’ll bFF MAN

he even knew where you kept your pads

bc there were those days where it just comes unexpectedly and you don’t know until you strip in the toilet for a bath

so you just scream for seungkwan to pass you one like

“seUNGKWANN”

“YA”

“WILL YOU BE A DEAR AND—”

“YA SURE” 

that was great to you tbh like it made life so convenient

but the downsides of having seungkwan as a roommate 

lolol 

so many many

seungkwan’s in the school choir (which surprisingly accepts both boys & girls)

so he claims he needs his personal vocal practice

every.

single.

day.

and the room turns into a freaking opera theatre istg

like you literally hear him go do re mi fa SO LAR TEE DOHHHHH

while you’re there just trying to get your shit tgt

and you sometimes suspect he’s just trying to annoy you on purpose

bc he goes wAAY out of tune just to hit the extra extra high notes

and he even screeches sometimes and oh god your goosebumps just ploop

 “ seungkwan. ”

“ SOLLLL “

“ boo “

“ LAAAAAAA “

“ seung “

“ TEEEEEEEEEEE”

and you dont even bother to say the last syllable of his name and you just glare at him and he just shuts up and laughs really loud like his eyes squints together and he just drops onto the bed

adorable

he’s also really childish at heart so

he likes messing with you when you’re in the shower

he would turn off the heater and/or the lights

and the first time he turned off the lights you freaked out really badly bc you were afraid of the dark and you genuinely thought there was a blackout

and you shouted for him but he didn’t know you were scared so he just silently snickered outside

but when he heard you sob on the other side of the door

oHhHHhhH GOOD GOD

he quickly turns the lights back on and like when you come out he was so damn apologetic like

“i’m so sorry i didn’t know omg”

“ i h8 YOU “

but no you didn’t lol you loved this squish

and he made up for it by literally being by your side for the next few days

and cuDDLE SESSIONS BECAME A THING

i mean

ya’ll were roommates

cuddling is the most normal thing to happen

so aft that ‘blackout’ incident ,,, that night ,,,

you couldn’t sleep lol

you guys had a really wide bunk bed if that made sense??

it was almost like a second story on the upper deck

seungkwan had been taking the bottom deck so when you moved in you just took the one at the top

and thAT NIGHT

you just kept tossing and turning and like the bed would shake a little every time you move

so seungkwan can’t sleep either since the bed just keeps wobbling

“you can’t sleep?” he says,, just staring up

“…yeah.”

and then there’s this short silence.

“you up for cuddles?”

and another silence.

bc ngl you lived for cuddles

but you would get really insecure about everything bc like your cuddle partner would be sososo close ?? ya’know??

but before you can reply,,

seungkwan literally just comes up and pokes his head to your deck and grins and you just laugh

aandddd he just scurries to your side and plonks down 

“ you’re not against this, right? ”

he just doesn’t want you to feel uncomfortable or anything uk

“ n-no, i’m not. ”

seungkwan would like laugh at your nervousness,, but he just wraps his arm around you and just stroke your hair and stuff like that 

and it calmed you down a loooot.

he was so warm and comfy you honestly just wanted to stay in his arms forever lolol

so this cuddle thing became a very natural thing since it happened often aft that

and when the two of you actually fall asleep

it’s a totally different thing in the middle of the night 

you would accidentally jab him in the eyeballs since you move q alot when you sleep

and he just jerks awake like whO IS YOU WHO AWOKE ME FROM MAI BEAUTY SLEEP

then he sees you with your arms sprawled everywhere and he’d just laugh quietly before tucking you back under the covers

and the next morning he’d complain all about it

“ Y/N ”

“ ?? whAT ”

“ YOU NEARLY TORE MY EYEBALLS OUT OF THEIR SOCKETS YTD ”

ya he exaggerates a lot

and you’d just laugh bc you are aware of the fact that you are kinda violent when you’re in dreamland

but seungkwan honestly doesn’t mind lol bc other than that,, you were a good cuddle buddy

oK MOVING ON

can you imagine when ya’ll have to order food

HAHAHA it’s like tug of war

like you like fried chicken

but he likes seasoned chicken

and you guys can’t buy both bc you guys were supposed to sneak it into the dorms

and two packs of chicken would be like bringing a freaking mountain into the dorm

so you two just start throwing random stuff at each other

“ you broke my pen ytd?? ”

“you dropped my compact powder and it got everywhere.”

“ya but u made me clean the entire room bc of that.”

“but we got seasoned chicken in the cafeteria”

“horrible ones.”

“yoU TURNED OFF THE LIGHTS THAT DAY”

“no, okay, but —”

“YOU MADE ME CRI”

seungkwan just gives up and 

“fiNE FRIED CHICKEN OK”

//internal evil laughter

“love you seungkwannn”

//finger guns

seungkwan just shakes his head and places the order and turns away from you to let out his smile

ok ya so all in all

seungkwan would just be a really soft and annoying roommate 

and the two of you would be like the bickering best friends

heartheart

[chrisbransdon]

There is a sense of urgency which accompanies my belief that Jesus Christ is Lord. It undergirds everything I think, say and do. But it often gets me into trouble. My brand of urgency makes me volatile; I overreach. The bible warns against the passions of youth and I don’t think it’s just talking about sex. It’s talking about the youthful need to tear through everything like a hurricane. I wonder if and when I will outgrow this temperament. I’m nearly 30 and I don’t feel any less naïve, strong-willed, or convicted than I did when I was 20. So much for my flaws. But if I can salvage anything from this unfortunate personality profile it would be that, somehow, I find that I am able to make people believe in the things that I believe in. The only thing that saves me from being so insufferable that my friends would give up on me entirely, is the fact that I am so gosh darn earnest. I swear to you I could kill a man with my earnestness.

These days I don’t know how to best channel that earnestness. While the middle aged blogosphere continues to reel from the transition into exile, I feel that I have been preparing myself for it for years. I am afraid, but I am also oddly energised. I feel that I have a good read on the times, but I also feel that I could make a fool of myself. Whatever it is, I feel the need to write about it. If it all goes up in flames, so be it. But maybe it won’t even spark. I don’t know which would be worse.

I don’t write for the usual blogging suspects because I’m not sure we yet understand each other. You have the memory of a time before social media. You got to form as a person before post-modernism had infiltrated the school curriculum and convinced us all that truth was an elastic concept. I’m still trying to establish what I believe, while navigating the ideological whiplash facilitated by the constancy of my feeds. It’s exhausting, it’s chaotic. Certain leaders are required for times like these.

Jim Elliot once said that he wished men would turn one way or another on facing Christ in him. Such single-mindedness is a rarity online, because, well, that’s not really the purpose of blogging. I tend to think that anyone who blogs ought to have some degree of self-loathing for indulging in it. I say this because I am very self-conscious about the fact that the online world is not so much given to the work of evangelism or conversion as it is to endless discourse. I do hope and expect that what is happening offline is markedly different to what is happening online.

But if I only had the online world to go by, it seems pretty obvious to me why we are floundering when it comes to evangelism. My impression from the online world is not that we would force men to turn one way or another in facing Christ in us, but that we would have men think us reasonable and nuanced. I am told to offer people a coherent worldview, I am led to believe that it is time for us to revise our tactics for evangelism. At worst I watch leaders give ambiguous and open answers so that all of their bases are covered. In short, everyone is given over to a very middle-class intellectual bubble where ‘reasonableness’ is our gold standard. Ironically, ‘reasonableness’ is not necessarily defined by biblical truth, or scientific data, or you know, reason, but by how well your opinion is received. I consider this kind of intellectual climate disastrous for the continued growth of the church and especially for evangelism. It is a disaster because in prizing our ‘reasonableness’ above all things, we relinquish the very ground upon which conversion happens: the moment at which a man must deny himself and submit to the very unreasonable conclusion that Jesus Christ is his Lord and Saviour.

Oh, but why can’t we have both? The catch cry of the Christian intellectual: it’s both/and, Christine, you simple girl. I’m sure it is. I am just quesioning the insistence upon the both/and intellectualism which is popular throughout Christian media. What may be a charitable position in academia translates too easily to a lukewarm Christianity online. And because we have so thoroughly reinforced this kind of thought leadership in our blogs, articles and comments, we are dull in our voices, and we bar ourselves from ever making specific critiques.

Instead, we share Jordan Peterson clips and are careful to include apologetic captions, lest we upset the blogosphere equilbrium with too extreme a position. Am I the only one wondering why I need to look to men like Jordan Peterson (or friendlyjordies for goodness sake) to find someone who is willing to make a definite statement? I don’t even fully agree with everything that Peterson says, but the dude is saying something and in lieu of my own leaders who say nothing I fill the void where I can. And I know I’m not the only one! Tell me I’m wrong. We have all counted the cost and decided that to say what you really mean is too risky. To say what is truthful is too divisive. After all, why h8 wen u can equivocate?

You can’t be half in exile. You’re in or you’re out. That is the kind of black and white language that the rules of argument are suspicious of, but the gospel itself undermines logical fallacies and it bids me come and die. If you wanted one line on why I am not a feminist, this is it. Having died to the world, I die to its politics, to its ideologies. In this death I live, and in so doing I am able to offer life from the other side, with a conviction that I pray belies the magnitude and worth of the message I have been entrusted with. 

I am an exile for this position. I am a radical. And this is not a forgiving time for radicals.

That is where you, keeper of the blogging keys, come in. I’m not saying step aside. I’m not saying millennials don’t need you. I’m saying that it’s actually much better and much worse than you realise. It’s better than you realise because you don’t need to convince us that these are hostile times. To use a Batman related illustration: you are adjusting to the dark, but we were born into it. Our eyes have lighted and we can see the way forward but you guys are literally still asking ‘how did we get into the dark? What is the nature of the dark?’ It is almost comical to watch my leaders constantly fret over these questions. But now it is becoming more and more frustrating because what we need is for you to get on with leading us. And that’s where it gets much worse. What we need are men of character and conviction who are willing to live and die by the word of God. What we need are men who are willing to show us what it looks like to get smashed and get back up again. Part of me thinks that you spend so much time analysing the times because it means a delay on actually living in them. Once you finally come to grips with everything you are theorising over, there is nothing left but to get on with being hated.

And yes, I have deliberately addressed the men. Why? Because I have decided not to play by the rules of feminism or identity politics which would dictate to me what is the ‘right thing’ to say. And I say that with such confidence because I genuinely believe my theology. Christian men, I am looking to follow and work with you. But you are believing the lie that you ought to make yourself smaller. It is a tragedy. It is a tragedy for the women who are looking to follow you, and it is a tragedy for the young men in your churches. The complementarian women like myself are not always the most vocal online (ok maybe I’m the exception), or in your churches, or in your classrooms. But it doesn’t mean that we’re not with you. What’s the worst that could happen if you stop self-censoring? Julia Baird and her followers come for you? If Carmelina Read can survive it, you can. Stop speaking for the sake of potential critics, speak in order to give courage to your friends. Get smashed, get back up again. It’s not just in the blogosphere that we need to draw from our leaders’ courage. It’s in every sphere of life.

Billy Graham once said

Courage is contagious. When a brave man takes a stand, the spines of others are often stiffened.

He was extraordinarily courageous and yet I believe that the Christian men of our time need to display even more courage than that. I’m waiting for the first of them to stand.