So I made the choice to be gay. I figured what the hell? They’re getting all these extra rights these days. Sounds like a good deal. And having sex with another man? No big thing. I’ll adapt.
I told my parents and can you believe they weren’t happy for me? They told me that they didn’t want anything to do with me and that I was not their child anymore. How could they say that? I hadn’t really changed. I was just choosing to have sex with someone of the same gender as me. I didn’t understand their attitude. I was devastated.
I went to church and the reception there was even worse. My preacher, who I’ve known for years and has helped me through many crises, told me I was going to hell and that I wasn’t welcome in his congregation anymore. That really hurt. I knew that my God would never abandon me no matter what choices I made so I asked Him for guidance and tolerance.
I figured I needed to find a boyfriend so I went to the local gay bar. I had a few drinks and danced with a few nice guys. I didn’t find anyone that interested me enough to pursue a relationship with so I left. As I was walking to my car a couple of men approached me and started calling me a faggot. They pushed me around for a few minutes and then started punching me. I couldn’t fight back because I was outnumbered. I ended up in the hospital with broken ribs, a broken jaw and a broken spirit.
After I had healed up I was invited over to my longtime friend’s house. He was married and had a young son. I told him about my new lifestyle change and he said that I was no longer welcome in his home. He didn’t want his son to be sexually molested. I assured him that I had no interest in his son as a sexual partner but he didn’t believe me. I reached out to touch his arm as we were talking and he pulled back, saying that he didn’t want to catch my disease. It hurt me deeply to lose his friendship.
After all these miserable confrontations I decided that my choice to be gay was probably not the best one for me. So I married an illegal immigrant instead.
This is for all the people who believe that being gay is a choice. Why would anyone deliberately make themselves a target for society’s harsh judgment, pain and rejection? Why can’t you accept that these people were born this way? Is it because you believe that we were made in God’s image and you can’t accept that God would create what you consider to be an abomination on purpose? Too bad. It is what it is. They’re here, they’re queer, get used to it.