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Growing up in the Baptist Church, I was forced to hide my sexuality, even from myself, until I left Texas for good. "I might be sexually attracted to men, but I'd never date one," a lie I would naively tell myself. "I'm not gay." I wore a rubber band around my wrist, and whenever lust entered my brain, I would snap it, as my own hopes of self-conversion ran thin. When I was eventually outed to my parents, and cut out of their lives, I decided to make a film about the experience of growing up gay in the Church.