Having been a happy, oblivious, and unconcernedly self-identified “homosexual” before the last year, I can say very confidently that a homosexual can become a heterosexual. Believe me when I say that it is possible. All you need is a strong man as a friend who can be a witness, and who is solidly heterosexual. The sort of good bond that is formed therein tends to banish all sorts of things that crop up in the degenerate personality which is formed by homosexual identification.
I was absolutely obsessed with men and all the things that come with such an attitude. At first I found this particular person very attractive, but as I was becoming Catholic at that point I knew I had to control my fantasies and thoughts. He became a very dear and trusted fellow to talk to, over time. Things developed in such a way that I was able to reveal my terrible fears about my identity, and especially the disordered lusts I’ve been having. Stoic personality unfased, he asked me if I was particularly attracted more to older men (to make up for a weak father). He made sure to question the strength of my mother’s influence in my personal development, to ask God for light on how this all might have developed.
By this manly, regular, normal, and good-nature’d man’s influence (always upright and trying to be virtuous according to his state in life), I slowly came to realise how silly my whole self-identification is. He made jokes here and there about women, about attractiveness and sexual identity, always making sure to insert God into the broader picture. Over time, I actually found myself thinking “I would like to make love to this woman” or “I wonder how it would be in marriage with that woman?”, because of his influence. He never really said anything, or broached the subject of homosexuality, but by his unwavering and masculine presence he was just a good example.
You don’t need arguments, debates, scripture-quotes, angry rants, arguments, or Gay Camps. What you need is a strong older male figure who just wants to be your friend, and who is so comfortable in his true, God-given heterosexual identity, that he destroys your disorder merely by his being there. After I told him about my unwilling sexuality, we literally never talked about it again… but gradually he turned me, somehow. It’s inexplicable, and fascinating, and grace-filled.
Now, I still find men very attractive from the habit of an adult lifetime… but I actually notice women, whereas before I had dismissed the female form out of spite. This is all very odd, on reflection. Maybe in a few years I’ll have affective maturity…
