Since I posted my last blog I've had a number of commenters overlook the analogies I made about Christianity and criticize me for comparing homosexuality to being a Jew. They say homosexuality is a choice while being Jewish is not a choice, it is a matter of birth.
Something must be wrong with me. I've always thought I was born heterosexual. For the life of me, I can't think of a single moment when I was sexually attracted to a man or a boy. I have no recollection of ever choosing my sexual orientation. Heterosexuality just came natural to me.
Evidence has been piling up for quite some time that, for some, homosexuality comes naturally. I can't speak definitively, because I have no experience to draw upon. The evidence is so strong, however, that the mitreless Southern Baptist pope, Al Mohler, has suggested that evangelical parents may want genetic engineering to help assure that their babies grow up straight.
Perhaps there is something wrong with me. Perhaps it is normal for males to struggle over their sexual orientation and choose whether they are going to be straight or gay. Until now, I've rejected all the comments that have suggested that sexual orientation is a choice. In the future, I'll accept comments to that effect when they are signed with a full, genuine name and the commenter describes the struggle he/she had choosing his/her sexual orientation. Should such comments be forthcoming, don't expect me to respond to them. I've got no experience from which to measure their veracity.
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Now, I could see someone making the opposite argument - that being a Jew is a matter of choice, not simply birth (you can convert to some other religion, you can convert to Judaism).
I think I chose my orientation the first time I got that teat in my mouth, and could squeeze on that boob.
I find the whole choice thing curious - certain people were calling me by the word "fag" long before I knew what it meant and long before I had any specific sexual attraction. If it was a choice -- why was I the last on the block to know I was gay? If there was any indoctrination -- it was by the constant and often painful suggestions of these psuedo-neanderthals.
The first time I remember being called by that name was shortly after being punched in the face and pushed off my bike. I limped home and grabbed the dictionary for an explanation and then wondered for the longest time why they thought I smoked cigarettes.
Trust me when I say I can think of much better choices to make; my blue eyes and my sexual attraction, however, are not among them.
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