If You Want To Know If Someone Is Born Gay, You Should Ask A Gay Person. Consulting A 2000 Year Old Religious Text Won't Give You The Answer

I was reading Jim Jeffries (a fantastic Aussie stand up comedian. If you don't know who he is, do yourself a favour) (If you are a beige buttoned up rat-faced receptionist, you may not like him, which is probably even a better reason why you should watch one of his shows) Facebook page and he congratulated Ireland for their successful referendum on same sex marriage. He made some comment about treating minorities well, or some such thing. True to clichéd right wing Christian bigotry, Ike, the missionary from Hawaii, objected to Jeffries calling gay people a minority like black people. Ike objected because he thought being gay was a choice, unlike black people who never had a choice in being black.

Ike, people like you baffle me, baffle me as to what you base your ideas on? I understand they are most likely based on what you would like them to be as told to you by the cavemen who wrote the bible. I'm guessing then that you believe the world is flat. No? Really? Why are you letting that one slip by you then?

I still find it weird, odd, strange, interesting that those people hamstrung with religious affliction feel the need to pipe up like demented parrots whenever gay people are congratulated, or have some positive outcomes in their lives. It's a choice! It's not natural!  It's blah, blah, blah, bigot, bigot, bigot! Yeah guys, we've heard all of your objects before and again, we don't care what you think. It is that simple. The problem is, of course, all of the other people you influence with your fabricated views.

What is that expression? You don't need to blow out some else's candle to make yours burn brighter. It is clear by their actions that religious people (some, the strident, fanatical ones) are insecure in their beliefs, otherwise why would they care what gay people think, or do.

I am gay. I was born gay. I remember being fascinated by men as young as, something like, 4 or 5. I was attracted to the men’s underwear adverts in my mothers Woman’s Weekly magazine, even if I didn’t really know why at that age. I remember in grade 4 how attracted I was to the grade 6 boy's bare legs in their school shorts at school assembly. I went to my father’s cricket matches on the weekend. I was allowed into the change rooms, when the women had to wait until the players were all showered and dressed. It was amazing. 

As I became more aware of the world as I grew older, I tried to not be attracted to men. I ached to be the same as my mates, at my all boys’ school. I ached to be “normal.” Please don’t let it be true! Please don’t let it be true! How I hoped it wasn’t true. How I hoped I was straight. If I just don’t think about it, it would go away. It was torment for many years. I had a girl friend in my late teens, that didn’t change anything. Quite the contrary to the notion that I chose to be gay, I, actually, for the longest time, actively chose to be straight, but it didn't work. 

Eventually, I left all of my school friends behind (unfairly, my family for a time too) and I found the gay community, it was only there that the “ache” stopped and I realised there were many guys like me and I finally felt normal. Gay. Happy. And eventually proud. 

Ike, your baffling belief is based on nothing, based on your fantasy of how the world is, or how you want the world to be. I could line up hundred’s of gay guys who could tell you a story something like the one I have just told you. However, I suspect I am wasting my words and my time, as I don’t believe you really want to know the truth. I suspect you are more than happy with your ignorance. 

What I would ask you in conclusion, when, exactly, did you choose to be straight?