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After showing this conversation to a few of my friends, I’ve been told that my response might actually be beneficial to publish and share online, for people who a) Want to see how I handled someone hell-bent on believing homosexuality (or any non-straight orientation, I guess) is a choice; or b) Are legitimately interested in what the deal with gay people is, or something.
I normally save this blog for articles and keep personal insights to my Tumblr, but I thought people who enjoyed my very early piece, 4 Reasons I Would Never Choose to be a Gay Guy, might enjoy my response, which is basically a more mature, in-depth evolution of that comedy article.
I also figured, if I devoted the energy to craft such an in-depth response to someone really ignorant and undeserving, it might be worthwhile to share it with people who ARE worth putting that much time and effort into. So this one’s for all of you. Hopefully you’ll be enlightened or entertained.
The whole concept of being a “fan” of something has exploded in the past few years, no doubt thanks to things like the internet, and the internet, as well as the internet. Being totally in love with and knowing everything about the thing you like no longer makes you a nerd, it’s just kind of accepted. Movie fans, sports fans, music fans, video game fans—everyone’s on the same level now in terms of societal acceptance of utter devotion, now that it’s so much easier to form a fan community with people all across the globe.
That being said, there’s still a huge chunk of fans that are on a wholly different playing field. People that become well-known staples within the fanbase—running websites, moderating message boards, crafting loads of fanfiction, fanart and GIFs, organizing campaigns, travelling to conventions, following concerts. I myself have pretty much gotten out of the habit of being crazy intense with fansites after some bad experiences. Now, I don’t want it to sound like “I don’t participate in fandom” because I’m a pretentious dick or something. I mean, I kind of am a pretentious dick, but not about this stuff. In fact, me not being able to get too fully immersed in some of the most intense fandoms just means I don’t have the balls to be in them, and here’s why.
Growing up means things change. Your experiences shape your perceptions, and eventually you stop seeing things the same way and realize you might not believe in what you used to believe. Just like you thought Dragonball Z made sense or you could grow up to be a tiger-training astronaut, some people grow up and question whether or not they truly believe in God, and sometimes come to the conclusion that the religious organization they’re part of is wrong. While there are plenty of complex, tragic tales out there regarding loss of religion, for some of us, it was much simpler: we realized we didn’t believe it, wanted to get out, and want to move on with our lives. But sometimes, that’s the hardest way to go.
(Please note that, while I’m addressing religion of all types in the general sense, my examples and references will be predominantly related to Christianity, simply because that’s where my personal experiences lie. ALSO I’M ‘MURIKAN, AND ‘MURKIA IS CHRISTIAN NATION!)
Despite saying there wouldn’t be more original blog content this week, after the widespread internet blackout protesting SOPA/PIPA yesterday didn’t just drive people insane, but also got them to actually pay attention to things, I couldn’t help but write this one.
As Time Magazine reported at the end of last year, protests, and by proxy any campaigns for awareness, have gained fuel and exposure some people claim they haven’t felt since the ’70s. From Occupy Wall Street in the US, to total revolutions in Egypt and Tunisia, people have been getting pissed about shit and want more people to know about it. Agree with them or not, it’s becoming clear that the array of massive (and effective) protests are more than a fad.
Except this. This is a fad.
But like everything that has ever happened ever, there are people who disagree and speak out about it. Considering every protest tends to have people speaking out, this is completely fair. But just as some people at protests can be really really stupid, much of the opposition (or rather, people who don’t know shit about what’s going on and get annoyed) can also say some equally stupid things.
Ever since “The Customer is Always Right” mantra was coined at the beginning of the 20th Century, anyone with a title ending in something like “representative” or “associate” or “assistant” was pretty much doomed. What began as a nice, simple business model to make sure the customer felt special grew into a horrifying, selfish, hate-filled beast ravaging every restaurant, front desk or cash register in existence.
A horrifying, selfish, hate-filled beast.
Customers uncovered the idea, realized they could get mileage out of it, and turned it into a weapon. Nowadays, it’s the norm to completely blow up on the person handing you your coffee because JESUS FUCKING CHRIST, WHAT KIND OF A COCKSUCKING ASSHOLE FORGETS THE WHIPPED CREAM?!
But come on, those idiot employees have to try really really hard to screw up such simple jobs, right? So why don’t we explore the true evils hiding behind the front desk.
I’ve been “officially” out of the closet for a little over 9 months now, and while at first I was just kind of “meh” about it all, after getting out of the comfortable college atmosphere and thrown into the world of working 9-5 and still living with my parents (who don’t know I’m gay) I’ve started to make some observations. Nothing profound or monumental, just logical conclusions about where my life is headed.
Let me put this out there–I’m proud to be who I am and all that, and I don’t hold any malice towards what life has handed to me at all. I also figure that once I settle down and actually do the “man having relationship with man” thing, any semblance of insecurities will continue to die down. However, there are things that will occasionally pop up in my brain and make me realize “Holy shit, this kind of sucks hard sometimes.” And thus, regardless of scientific evidence, my belief that homosexuality could not be solely choice comes from the idea that I sure as hell wouldn’t have chosen it.
Before you jump to conclusions about that statement, read on to see my explanations laid out in a way that in-no-way-whatsoever resembles a Cracked.com article that I in-no-way want to write for one day.