Skip to main content

Nature or Nurture?

I was evesdropping in my relatives' conversation one day when the topic of homosexuality came up. They were talking about our other relatives being gay and lesbian and how they came out one by one.
Then I heard one of them said that homosexuality is in our genes.

Is it true? That homosexuality can be inherited? Or is homosexuality like other forms of lifestyle that can be learned and taught?

My other relatives seemed to agree on this theory. All of the siblings of my grandparents have, in at least one of their children and grandchildren, a homosexual offspring. It may have skipped a generation but chances are the next generation will include a gay son or a lesbian daughter.
So what do think about this?

I remember when I was a kid, it never crossed my mind that I might enter in homosexual relationships. I  played with boys without feeling uneasy or attraction. In my perception, everybody was my friend and everybody was equal. The only thing I remember feeling was not being an alpha-male macho type. As a kid, I didn't like basketball - play it or watch a game. Nor was I knowledgeable in cars or sports.

I started feeling different when I was going through puberty. There was this one boy I hang out with often. At that time, he can be classified as gay - slightly effeminate sporting occasional spirit fingers. What guards him from teasing and confrontation was the fact that his dad was well known in the community and everybody respects him. So we became friends. And I guess that's when I began having crushes with other boys, being curious, and feeling insecure with my body.

So what's my point in sharing this.The point is, I am slightly agreeing with homosexuality being hereditary. I say slightly because environmental and social factors could also influence a person. I don't want to play what if's but I believe that if I was surrounded by macho-type males growing up, I wouldn't turn out gay. I might experimental a little, feed my bicurious nature (well, it's in the genes) but still prefer holes than rods.

This is just me thinking aloud. No really regretting anything. I'm just saying..

PS: After re-reading this, I realized something, I am not infering that I got my homosexuality from my friend. Nor am I infering that its a contagious disease. I am simply saying that how, where, and with whom you grew up with could impact who you'll become in the future.
Labels:

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

The One

Feeling loved and inspired, I ask my friends, who are in long-term, serious relationships, how and when they realized that their partners were the ones. Here are their answers: 1) "You don't know. You feel . Nagkakasundo kami palagi. And we have similar tastes." 2) " I just felt it . Despite everything that happened to us, we still chose each other . I just knew it. Tapos nagising na lang din ako isang araw na nung nakita ko siya pagkagising ko na katabi ko siya eh iba na yung feeling ko." 3) "Pasok siya sa criteria ko na kailangan lagi ako chinachat. Kaya nga until now lagi pa rin kami magkachat kahit nakatira na kami sa iisang bahay. Pinakaimportante dapat damang dama mo na gustong gusto ka niya.: 4) " Hindi niya ako iniwanan in my lowest point . He's one of the people na napaka-pure ng intention. Love personified." 5) " I just knew somehow .Yung di ako mahihiya ipakilala sa mga tao. Yung di na ako kailangan magtago." 6) "Sig
Post a Comment
Read more

Japanese Bathhouse

I have never been to a bath house in my life. My knowledge about bath houses all came from blogs - gay blogs.  I discovered in those blogs that in bathhouses in the Philippines, you should leave all your shyness at the door because everybody walks around naked with cock whipping and balls hanging. There is a wet area where you can find the baths, sauna, steam room and shower. They say that's where the action takes place. So in short, you go to bathhouses if your looking for some titillating escapade. So that's what got me excited when I found out that I am going to go to a bathhouse here in Japan. Well aside from experiencing an authentic bathhouse for the first time, I would get to a see a sausage fest of sorts, have a relaxing massage, and hopefully experience some Japanese fun. I was darn nervous but excited.
11 comments
Read more

Update to "Possible plot twist with a twist"

So here's the sitch. Plot twist (PT) and I aren't chatting no more. "Why?" you might ask. So here's what happened. On the night we were supposed to meet, he bailed. He said that he was going to his friend's birthday party. I call it BS. We've been planning it for more than a year and we've been talking every day and only that night that he tells me he's not available. I wasn't having it.  Anyway, the next day. I had a misfortune. So, my attention from that night before was all gone. I didn't care about him anymore. All that we talked about and discussed seemed like all lies. I unfriended him from social media. Didn't care for someone can't really communicate and wastes people's time. I recently informed his friend that we were exchanging messages. I also told him that I wasn't surprised about PT flaking because he was also flaky. They're friends after all. So there. That's another charge-it-to-experience kind of thin
Post a Comment
Read more