Who cares if we were born this way

Luke Hutchinson | Editor-in-Chief

On October 11, lesser known as National Coming Out Day, I began to think back to my own experiences coming out of the closet.

In telling my family and friends, which occured in that order years a part due to my mom’s unyielding concern that I would be bullied, I remember feeling unsure of myself in many respects. I hoped that it was reversible, or that maybe I was going through a phase, which I knew my mother hoped for as well. 

This is something I held against her until later realizing that she just wanted me to live with the same freedoms as my three brothers. She even came around to voyage through middle school with me, which if you have a social adversity of any kind, you know is a rough time to be a kid.

With all the uncertainty, however, there was one thing I was surely adamant about. I would never give into the belief that being gay was a choice. How could it be? The whole argument is contradictory of itself; straight people didn’t choose to be straight, so why would it be any different?

My obsession to prove myself as ‘biologically gay’ to the outside world came off as malice and overly defensive. It took the form of a hatred for the Catholic Church I was brought up in, or any organized religion for that matter. This is something gay teens do a lot. 

We feel the need to bash religions for their existence and overlook the amount of good they have done for the misfortunate. The injustices of Christianity are not spread upon their doctrine, but rather stem from peoples’ misinterpretations of verses like the infamous Leviticus 18:22. 

That’s a whole other tangent though. After years of awkward situations where people would tell me things like, “Well, I believe it’s a choice, but I respect you!” and I would essentially remove them from my friends list, I stumbled upon four very important words.

It does not matter. 

Gay people tend to be sensitive due to innate insecurity, so finding the confidence not to care what others think is difficult, but dear God was I happy when I finally found it. In the grand scheme of things, what does it matter if people are born homosexual or not? Is the United States not a place that values choice?

The debate that once controlled my outlook on life has become insignificant. If you truly believe that a teenage boy would risk losing the support of his family, or even choose to feel isolated at every school dance, so be it. 

Because even if we weren’t born gay, would that change anything?