Here’s where I jump off the edge and right into the deep end. Maybe I should have built up my readership first, before delving into religion and politics all in one shot, but you know, it’s more like the real me to lay it all out there and — discretion be damned — I’m gonna say what I think whether you like me or not afterwards. To thine own self be true, and all that, right? (Nod to Polonius, wisest of fathers.)

Probably I need to mellow out, grow up or mature (or quite possibly all three!) but, anyway, here goes.

Get this: there are people out there in the world, real people, living in our neighbourhoods (well, mine anyway), under the age of one-hundred-and-seven, who believe that you can choose your sexuality. To wit: earlier this autumn, a fellow mom in the schoolyard said this to me:

I truly believe gay people choose to be gay and they can be cured.

Oh, sorry. I had a momentary black-out there. It might have been a mini-stroke. Or perhaps just utter, mind-numbing incredulity. Read the rest of this entry »