How about another school story, since I’m in class five days a week? I major in education, so one day; hypothetically, I’m supposed to teach young minds. Yeah right. Anyway, one of my classes this semester is Guidance and Counseling. I did a little of that for real during my decades as a non-commissioned officer, so it’s not exactly an unknown subject for me. Because of my long history as a supervisor over young airmen and marines, whenever we cover another facet of helping individuals from the standpoint of counselor, I tend to associate it with my past moments, as both counselee and counselor. But the other day we discussed a premise that thankfully, I never had to deal with in the workplace – how to counsel and help homosexuals with their potential problems that might crop up due to their sexual proclivity.
Right off the bat I went into the first of several monologues about how I felt about the subject. Before we got to my little tirades, though, the teacher began the discussion on “the gays” as the text of her handout described them. The handout, an excerpt from a Filipino textbook, went into all the different variations of homosexual lifestyles and couplings. It caused me to interrupt her: 0
“Maam, I don’t get it. Why is it important for us to read about all the different gay lifestyles and relationship variables? Can I ask you something – Will we be discussing all the deviant lifestyle possibilities of heterosexuals too? Why is knowing that homosexuals have monogamous and open associations, and everything in between, really necessary for us to know about before we counsel them? If it’s to prepare these kids for the shocking realities that they might someday confront, then maybe I can go along with it; but even still, I just don’t see the necessity.”
I think she kind of agreed with me because we quickly moved on and stopped going over all the sexual “weirdness” that not just gays are capable of, and that was my point to begin with – Why get into the “bedroom” part of it at all? In fact, I went into round two of my outburst:
“Maam, can I tell you what I would try to get across to a homosexual student that was having problems concerning at least one source of heart ache, which might concern their being accepted by other students?”
“Sure, go ahead.”
“Okay, well, I realize there are a lot of diverse things that can happen to someone considered different than the norm; BUT, when it comes to sexual inclination I say that that part of a person’s life SHOULD be as private as possible. Look, I realize homosexuality is a hot topic and it is everywhere, but to flaunt it openly is wholly unnecessary. Within reason, dress the way you want, talk the way you want, but there’s NO reason to make people uncomfortable. Can I tell a quick story to make my point and then I’ll shut up?”
The teacher nodded her assent.
“When I was 18 years old, my first military assignment was just across the bay from San Francisco. I would visit that city all the time, usually by myself, using the subway and bus, and nearly every trip some homosexuals would go out of their way to sit near me, and when in groups, around me. They saw that I was very young and it seemed they delighted in shocking me with their “doings.” They would kiss noisily with open mouths and tangling tongues, grope each other and do sexual things that heterosexuals wouldn’t normally do in public. It was all directed at me, to put it in my face, to FORCE me to accept their ways. If that is what their intent was, actually, all they managed to do was alienate me, disgust me, and humiliate me. Before that time I knew dimly what homosexuals were, that they were people of the same sex attracted to each other. After my years around them on the streets of San Francisco and Oakland, my conception of gays became clear, and right or wrong, I “judged” them to be aggressive, unnecessarily flamboyant, and prone to making straight folks like me extremely uncomfortable. My point is that doing those things to me was counterproductive to their “cause” of promoting acceptance. It certainly didn’t make me feel respect for them; if anything, it made me feel distrust and contempt. Okay, I got that off my chest!”
From there, we got into other aspects of homosexuals, especially how they are looked at here in the Philippines, where they make themselves as obvious as any do in San Francisco. I asked one of my classmates how he would feel about a gay family member, once that person was recognized as homosexual.
His response: “We would be ashamed of him. It’s like our family would be dishonored.
I asked him: “So, do you have any gays in your family?”
He admitted: “Yeah, a nephew.”
“Do you all accept him now? Is he okay?” I continued.
“Yes, we are used to him now.”
“In other words, you guys put him through hell!” I half joked.
Thinking of it that way, it would seem to me that perhaps gays seek to be “overly obvious” over here so that they can “find” each other. Anyone who comes to the Philippines notices that gay guys flounce and primp more than the most feminine girly girls ever would. They must feel very isolated and unaccepted in their own families and it makes sense that they would seek the reassurance of each other’s company.
That class discussion got me thinking on the subject of homosexuality…I wonder how Darwinists apply their theories of selection to the “homosexual gene,” if such a thing exists? I mean, homosexuals cannot mate and therefore cannot make that part of the chromosome more and more dominant through generations of procreation. So why does the same-sex-attraction-tendency not die out? It seems that there is no shortage of new gay people; so why do they exist, and what causes them to develop or to be born?
I’m an open-minded fellow and don’t seek to judge anyone, at least not harshly, but it’s always been a mystery to me why homosexuality exists at all. What is its biological purpose? I ask this question rhetorically, because most behaviors and processes in nature have a reason, and for most species of animal, for any living thing for that matter, reproduction is an ultimate goal, if not THE ultimate goal. It seems that the only way gays can “reproduce” is if they can persuade new converts, or perhaps search out and coax out those that might be latent.
I don’t have the answers, and to tell you the truth, I don’t intend to do any research concerning the subject – I’m just asking the questions. As far as I’m concerned, it will probably be one of those forever unanswered mysteries, like the origin of time and matter – it just is.