In my case, the only inborn factor that predisposed me to the possibility of same-sex attractions was my sensitive temperament. I tend to take things personally. Now, after I was born, I have few memories of affection or attention from my father. Where those memories should be can be found memories of continual criticism or a sense of being tired of me. Granted, there are a few good memories (3 come to mind), but most are bad (a plethora pop into my head simultaneously) and some of the bad cancel the good out. As to my mom, she was very critical of boys in the neighborhood, which fostered a fear and mistrust of other boys, closing off my belief in my ability to make friends. After all, how can one develop a friendship with someone one fears and/or mistrusts? My friends were teachers and other campus staff at school. Oh, and both my parents demonstrated obvious preference for my little brother. Hmm…no encouragement to be masculine from dad…mom sending messages that boys are bad…low priority in the family…no peer friends. Add to that the shame of being a boy developing to a man after getting the message that boys are bad and boys who grow up and have beards and such aren’t so good. Pray tell…where was I supposed to get my sense of masculinity from? A rock? Heck, how can I even desire something (masculine identity) when I’ve received the message that it’s a bad thing?
So, tell me. I wasn’t born “gay,” and I certainly didn’t choose to be same-sex attracted. I think it’s 10% nature (my sensitive temperament) and 90% nurture (mom/dad/no friends) and zero choice. My choice would be to wake up tomorrow morning with no more same-sex attractions and to be attracted normally to women.