Personal Narrative: What Makes Someone Gay?

I have never been a fan of the phrase “You couldn’t understand”-especially when it was directed at me. As a young girl, I loved asking questions, as many kids do, until the dreaded words were said to me directly. “What makes someone gay?” I asked my Mom. I had heard the word tossed around before, but I wasn’t quite sure what it meant. “Where did you hear that! Don’t ask me that again. You couldn’t understand.” After that, I never asked many questions. I had this idea that I would figure most answers out eventually-on my own. So that’s exactly what I did. I kept questions to myself, while at the same time searching for a way to find out answers to questions I was too shy to ask.
When I was about thirteen years old, I learned about the scientific method. I was taught that in order to prove something you must experiment and one simple, organized way to do it, was using the
Eventually, I embarrassingly fell in love. It wasn’t gradual, or voluntary - it just happened. Those “butterflies in your tummy” when you like someone are not some exaggerated, over the top, cliche’d, made up feeling. They’re real! In the most figurative sense, of course. Then I asked myself, “How did I know I was ‘in love’?” Well, my palms became clammier than ever, I had a smile on my face whenever this person was present (in reality AND in my head) - which by the way I had no control over - and I did everything in my power to “bump” into the person whenever I had the chance. It was the single greatest feeling; I fell in love and I had no choice in the matter. What I did get to choose, though, was whether to pursue this feeling or completely ignore it. Conclusion: You can’t choose who you fall in love with. And if homosexual couples are wrong, then so is love in general. The only people who know the realness of their relationship is them. And as long as they’re content, everyone else’s opinions become insignificant and