PITUITARY GLAND!

     So the other day we were talking about genetic disorders in Biology.  Except my biology teacher tends to go off topic when something makes her think of some cool study she's heard of or something.  We had already been off topic for a few minutes when she started into a new story.  She began by telling us about a roommate she'd had in college who, when Mrs. Atria* had known her, had a string of abusive boyfriends. Later in life she was catching up with this friend and found out that she now dated women.  Mrs. Atria believed this to be one of the very few cases of someone choosing to be gay.  She backed up her assertion with a tale of a bunch of homosexual people donating their corpses to science and being studied.  Evidently there was something different about the pituitary glands of gay people; they were smaller or underdeveloped or something. 


     At this point some might be going "So?" Others might be thinking "Wait... Are you saying gays are brain damaged or something?"  Well, whether or not my brain differs from that of a straight person I'm just as mentally capable as anyone else.  But that's not the issue here.  It's not a choice! The whole premise of the homophobia my parents harbor centers around the fact that according to the bible, homosexuality is a sin.  But by the very nature of sinning there has to be an option to sin and an option not to sin.  There is no option here; homosexuality isn't something one chooses.  Therefore, homosexuality can't be a sin. 


     Now this doesn't mean that I'm going to my parents and say "So.  I'm a lesbian.  But I'm not a sinner, see?"  Nah, It's just nice to know that my parents are wrong.  Also I'd been wondering for a while why exactly homosexuality exists.  Sexual intercourse exists to as to perpetuate the species.  Attraction exists to lead to copulation.  But procreation between two individuals of the same gender cannot produce offspring, defeating the evolutionary purpose.  So now I'm reasonably convinced I'm not a freak of nature. 


     I was so happy after class that day I could've hugged Mrs. Atria.  But that could've been real awkward.  So I settled for galloping excitedly (my backpack is too cumbersome to skip) towards my bus stop buddy, best friend, and wife (long story) Jo Cho* and screeching "Pituitary gland!" excitedly. She has Atria too, so she knew what I was talking about. I also later had a conversation with my best guy friend and comrade in gay Zebra* over SMS where we discussed the "brain damage" implications. Of course it quickly devolved into "Were the intellegentest peeple on the planit. Strate peepol are just jelis." 






NOTE:   Do NOT quote me on the science part.  I know nothing about this study or the validity of its conclusion. I only know what I remember my teacher telling me.