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A SOUTHERN COMING OUT STORY IN 44 EPISODES
CREATED BY B.T. HARMAN

For nine years, B.T. Harman kept a secret journal of thoughts on being gay and Christian, knowing one day he'd shout the story he feared most.

One Tuesday morning, he logged onto Facebook and began shouting... (read more)

 
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Prologue Part 1
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The story begins on a rainy night in Alabama as a group of Baptists march through the night with rams' horns in hands, praying for the miracle of a lifetime.
A dark movie theater and a first kiss...
A bizarre spiritual encounter on the floor of a church in Pensacola, Florida...
Brett is crushed by the worst news of his life...
The most emotional episode from the series....
"Boobs have always kinda freaked me out. They're very scary to me, and the thought of touching one is like the thought of touching a wet bag of earthworms..."
Everyone deals with their pain somehow. Brett discloses his coping mechanism of choice...
"No one really knows you Brett, and if they did, they wouldn't love you..."
Brett hears a friend say something about gay people he will never forget...
Inexplicably, Brett unlearns how to throw a football...
Practice for a lifetime of loneliness begins—at an isolated cabin in the mountains and at a football stadium surrounded by 100k people...
Can God make a gay person straight?
A photo tour of Brett's 2010 trip to Europe and an unforgettable night in London's oldest pub...
Brett has the hardest coming out conversation of his life + a lesson on how to respond when your child comes out to you...
Brett devises a two part plan for survival as a gay Christian...
Thoughts on singleness and paying people to touch you...
Trips to the emergency room...
Brett appears on a Christian TV show and disaster strikes...
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"I sprinted down that path, through the trees, all the way out to the boat dock—heaving, shaking, and sobbing as I ran. I felt like I might choke, fighting for breath. My face poured wet salt onto the summer grass below..."