It always surprises me – although I don’t know why – whenever I read another example of how judgmental, ignorant, intolerant, hypocritical, and self-righteous some people are. I am aware of those same character flaws in myself but I’m not nearly as horrible as those people. As a person of reasonable tolerance and some intelligence, I don’t spend my time speculating about other people’s sexual orientation or possible sexual preferences. Gay or straight, I do not want to know what goes on in anybody’s bedroom. As a matter of fact, I prefer to look at everyone as asexual because it’s just less gross. Anyone who spends any time wondering what other people do to pleasure themselves or another is a person I would avoid. That person is a pervert.
Aside from pedophiles, rapists, sadistic murderers, animal abusers, and Ann Coulter, I think people should just be left alone to live their sad, innocuous lives. Don’t hurt me or anyone I care about and I will not intentionally hurt you. Words to live by.
I understand that some unfortunates are born with the capacity for murder and mayhem, while some learn to be cruel through experience and suffering. No one chooses to be a psychotic killer. No one chooses to be a pedophile. No one chooses to be gay. WAIT! Do not think that I am in any way implying that homosexuality is bad or evil. I’m merely saying that we are who we are – good or bad and “good” or “bad” are subjective terms. I think pedophilia is horrifying; it doesn’t necessarily follow that a pedo is a bad person. Does that make sense? He (or she) has a terrible predilection, but it may be something that can be controlled; castration pops to mind, but therapy and medication might work too.
Regardless, we have very little control over who we are. We don’t choose to love our children. We (most of us) do choose not to drown them and just suffer through the pain of raising them. None of us have any control over who we are attracted to. Everyone has known someone who is with a total wanker. That’s why the truism “there’s no accounting for taste” exists. I was born with a natural aversion to root beer. I didn’t choose to find root beer one of the most disgusting flavors ever created by man. If I had indeed had a choice I would have chosen to enjoy root beer so I wouldn’t have to listen to the never-ending astonishment, “You don’t like root beer?!” No. Call me a freak, but I like beer without the root.
What started all this rambling about choice is LZ Granderson’s article, Oops, I left my sexual orientation at home. I think it’s worth reading.
Here’s an excerpt:
(I’ll bet he wishes he went with deaf instead.)
My only pedantic little point of contention is the phrase “non-scientific”; are there scientific methods out there?
I am just glad that I chose to be a straight, blue-eyed white female. (Good call!) I’m also glad that I chose to be born in California instead of bumblefuck Kentucky. And what’s with all those stupid bastards who chose to be born Asian and gay in South “Kill Me Now” Dakota?