In answer to cCranium:No, and I'm sorry if I wasn't clear on what I was asking of you. I am asking two things of you:
You're asking me to disprove your opinion?
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But let's not forget about the much larger number of gay men and women who can't change our sexuality and who would be irreparably harmed by trying to do so. It is pointless and cruel to tell us that we've chosen to be homosexual and that we should fix ourselves.
I think the article does a pretty good job of raising the flaws in this research (although I'd point out that saying having sex "at least once a month" is a pretty low bar for claiming a successful relationship), so I won't go any further into that. Let me, instead talk about my own experience, which I have learned is not uncommon.
I was raised in a very strict household where sex was not at all discussed at all. As far as homosexuality goes, I'm not sure that my parents were even aware that it existed until the Anita Bryant crusade, but it was certainly not discussed. The assumption for all us kids was that we would get married and have children. When I was in high school, I did some experimentation with my best friend, and I certainly enjoyed it, but I also enjoyed kissing girls. Still, if I'd been more aware, I might have figured out earlier that I was gay.
Anyway, I went off to college, and I didn't have sex with anyone until I met my wife, and we had sex a lot, and I enjoyed it a lot. At least for a number of years.
Trying to be straight put a heavy burden on me. Sexuality is at the core of a person's being, and trying to convince myself that I was someone who I'm not was devastating. For years, if I saw a cute guy on the street, I couldn't look at him, because a straight guy wouldn't do that. And I couldn't have close male friends, because that wasn't safe. None of these was a conscious decision. It was something I did unconsciously to protect my sense of who I was.
But trying to fool yourself about who you are requires constant vigilance and an immense amount of energy, energy that could otherwise be spent living your life. I became very depressed over time.
At some point, and I don't know exactly when, I started to notice things. I noticed that whenever I masturbated (which happened frequently, since my wife and I were having less and less sex) I was thinking about men. And with my defenses lowered, I started to notice just how cute a lot of guys were. But I wasn't acting on it, and so I started to think that I must be bisexual. I even told my wife that, and she accepted it, so long as I agreed to remain monogamous.
When my second daughter was born, I stopped working to stay home with the kids. My older daughter was in school, and my younger daughter slept a lot, and I found myself more and more on the Internet. At first I looked at a lot of gay porn, and then I found gay chat sites and started talking with men and fantasizing. It became clear to me that I was really gay.
Making that admission, first to myself and then to my wife, brought about an almost unimaginable amount of relief. Suddenly, I was free. Yes, I went through a very messy and expensive divorce, but I was able to be who I am. When I finally did decide to have sex with a man (after we had decided to divorce), it was unbelievable. The first time I kissed him, it was as if the scales had fallen from my eyes. I liken the entire experience to Plato's cave analogy. Sex with my wife was like a poorly projected shadow. Sex with men is the real thing. There is simply no comparison, and there is no going back.
There may be men who can go back. But the overwhelming majority of men who have issues with their sexuality (and that's a lot of guys) would be much better served by joining a group that teaches them to accept who they are than by joining a ministry that teaches them to be who they are not.
posted by anapestic at 6:35 AM on May 9, 2001