GlassDog says "If there's another thing I know for certain, it's that one's sexual preference is not a choice, otherwise I'd choose to have sex with everyone all the time because, you know, it's sex." and while he goes on to talk deliciously about coffee, this is the point that sticks in my mind. He's right. Sometimes, especially when I was younger, I wanted SO badly to be straight, to look at a guy and say 'He's SO hot!' And have it be true, even though from a very young age, I was busy looking at the woman next to him. Now that I'm older and care less about what people think, I would not choose to be straight (sorry guys, balls are nasty. Love ya anyway, but keep those things away from me!) because it's not who I am, not who I've ever been.

Which leads me to a confession. I'm a perv. Can't stop looking at hot women. That's one of the best perks about my job in San Fran -- the oodles of attractive gay women I see walking to lunch or to the train. Now that I'm fully at peace with being gay it's like I've given myself permission to look. And look. And go home every night to my beautiful girlfriend, grateful that she's still with my silly ass after all these years.

If you've ever pretended to be attracted to a breed of people because it seemed the socially appropriate thing to do, you know what I mean.