he confides, “than to be selectively celibate, so I’m not sure I could return to my wife even if she would take me back. It would open up deep reservoirs of longing I don’t think I could handle.” He’s fighting the battle with his homosexual orientation on a daily basis, much like an alcoholic who takes one day at a time. “I’ve been celibate for months,” he tells me, “and I’m celibate today. I can’t promise about tomorrow. I wish I could, but I can’t. I know I want to be.” He must strategize to remain