Sunday, August 26, 2012

I don't know why I read these things

I had an urge last night to look into scientific theories of the cause of gayness. I don't necessarily believe that there is a way to scientifically pinpoint the cause, but I've read some things in the past that suggested there is compelling evidence but never any specifics. So I used the handy google machine to look into it and found a plethora of material.

I was actually kind of afraid to google such a thing, because I know any search on homosexuality is sure to turn up anti-gay horse shit, but I thought the inclusion of the word "scientific" in my search query would help. It did help, but not enough. After some actually good reading, I stumbled across a page that looked legit which had links to all sorts of articles that seemed to argue against homosexuality being biologically determined. Some of them seemed relatively unbiased, while others had titles that suggested deeply rooted homophobia. I clicked one that looked safe and soon found myself knee-deep in a steaming pile of crap.

The person who wrote this article (here if you want to get mad) cites absolutely nothing. It seems as if he simply made something up and decided to dump the contents of his biased brain onto a web page in hopes people looking for shit to spew would come across it and that it would add fuel to their raging asshole fire.

The page talks about a young man "for example." That was my first issue. Almost all the material I have read on the subject has talked almost exclusively about men, and mention women only in passing. Part of the reason I'm reading these articles is because I'm curious about why I'm gay, especially because one of my female first cousins is also pretty gay.  Yet I have found out almost nothing, because most of the discussions were centered around men. I'm not surprised, because this is the case in most scientific studies... but I digress. Dick Assmouth, M.D. describes the gayifying process in detail, starting with certain genetic predispositions such as "a sensitive disposition," a "strong creative drive," and a "keen aesthetic sense." It's as if he was watching Queer Eye for the Straight Guy and thought, WOW, THESE FAGS ARE FASHIONABLE, IT MUST BE AN INHERITED TRAIT THAT DOOMED THEM TO FAGDOM! I'm inclined to think these traits are not genetic but rather socialized, and Dr. Douchecanoe might in fact have it backwards. In other words, you're sensitive because you're gay (due to not fitting in with gendered norms and having to create an alternative sense of identity outside typical male roles), you're not gay because you are sensitive. Of course, my theories are no more backed up by science than his, but personally I feel they hold more water.

Surprisingly, these suppositions are far from the most insulting part of the article. He goes on to explain how homosexuality develops due to a young man's desire for love from his father, who was either absent or a sub-par parent. The reputable Dr. Santinover goes on to say that initial homosexual experiences may be forcible or mere experimentation, and the youth to his horror may go on to seek more experiences voluntarily. He says stress-relieving orgasms with other men provide the young homosexual with a semblance of male affection and acceptance that he did not get from his father.

Okay, what? I admittedly do not know very many gay men in a close way, so I can't vouch for this by experience, but I KNOW from my own experience as a gay lady that it doesn't quite work like that. Assuming Dr. Makes Shit Up would apply the same theories to women, I don't fit the bill at all. And neither do most of the gay ladies I know. I don't have typical dyke traits like a love for sports, tools, and baggy clothes. I'm super femme. AND I have a wonderful, loving relationship with my mother. She is seriously the best mom ever, and we hug like six times a day. My love for women has nothing to do will filling a painful, gaping hole that bad parenting left. There is absolutely nothing negative that I feel about my attraction for ladies. The experience is filled with pride, wonder, and celebration, NOT reluctance, pain, and desperation. Looking back, it's something I have been experiencing from a very young age. I don't care what those religious psychos say, even if there's no "gay gene" or whatever: no amount of therapy will make me stop loving vagina. The end.

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