I walked into my local church in Brevard County, Florida and approached the receptionist. “Hi” I said. “I’m here for Pastor John Patrick Riley.” “Yes” she replied. “Come right in.” The sweat from my forehead evaporated and my glasses cleared; I sat in an ugly green chair.
That morning, in order to protect my cover, I removed the Pride pin I usually kept on. An emptiness filled its place. A mission fueled it: play the role of ‘vulnerable gay teen seeking ex-gay therapy.’ I came here to expose