Let's step away from the abstract, all the rhetoric and semantics, smokescreens and conflict. Let's get down to the human face. Here is your human face;

I am gay. I think I was born gay. Is being gay sometimes a choice? Maybe it is for some folks, but not for me. I didn't choose to be left-handed or green-eyed either, but I am.

I am your neighbor. I am the stranger who held the door for you yesterday, the smiling friendly person who chatted with you in the checkout line last week, the one who let you pick greens from my yard for your tortoise. I am the one who gave you a jumpstart in the parking lot that day, the one who picked you up on the side of the road and drove you to fill that gas can and returned you to your car. I buy Girl Scout cookies and chocolate bars and wrapping paper, pledge to T-Ball hit-a-thons and fundraiser walks. I donate clothes to Goodwill, food to Plowshares, money to the Southern Poverty Law Center. I am courteous to you because it's the right thing to do. I give back to my community because it's the right thing to do.   Read More »