I saw a couple of interesting stories in the media this week that I thought I should blog about. The first one was a story from Britain’s Times Online and it had a very provocative title: “The Day I Decided to Stop Being Gay.” Seeing this in Google News the other day, I felt like I had to read it. I was half expecting a story about someone who had found God and had given up homosexuality. While that story would have been great, what I found was something that I feel was just as good: a story about a man named Patrick Muirhead, who lived the homosexual lifestyle for most of his life and decided that it was no longer for him. This all happened because he was in the barber shop one day and he was touched by an interaction between a son and his father. I’ll quote some of the story here:
“A handsome young dad entered with a small, fair-haired boy at his side. The man took a seat and hoisted the wide-eyed child proudly on to his knee. The first haircut, I speculated inwardly, as an unfamiliar fatherly glow and feeling of mild envy swept over me. I could not tear my attention away from the mirrored reflections. From time to time, the dad leant forward as they waited and whispered close to his son’s ear, tenderly kissing his fair head. Touching stuff. But then my eyes lowered and I became transfixed by the sight of the boy’s tiny pink fingers gripping his father’s huge, workman-like fist. And I almost wanted to burst into song. I think my life changed at that moment. That’s love, folks. Simple really. A proud dad, an adored little boy and a beautiful display of dependence and responsibility. It was the epiphany I had needed and I emerged with a dashing new haircut and a desire to procreate.”
“I was never convinced of my sexuality. True, I never liked football or fighting and I do make a beautifully light Victoria sponge when the need arises. But I shamble like a bloke, I burp and fart without shame and I’ve never really got Barbra Streisand. There was a little voice, lost long ago in the drowning din of my homosexuality, that still called quietly; the smothered, smaller voice of a boy who liked girls.”
I think that this is a great story because it totally disproves the notion that homosexual attractions are only the result of biological factors. This is a man who has lived the homosexual lifestyle for decades, yet he has a desire to have children and recognizes the fact that deep down inside he is attracted to women. I don’t know how you can argue that homosexual attractions are inherent in people after reading this story. If there are certain men and women who are designed to be in sexual relationships with people of the same sex, then why do they have a desire to have children, when procreation is not possible in the relationships they are supposedly made to be in?
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