My son is gay. I always knew he was. But I can’t blame myself for my son’s being gay. Of course, we can all look back on the way we raised our children, and wished we had done some things differently, but that’s true of gays or straights, homosexuals or heterosexuals — at least for those who were married and had children. When I grew up, I figured that I was what I was because of the way I was raised and the choices I had made. However, I no longer believe this to be entirely the case. When I was little, I used to play with dolls. I had a collection of about two dozen that I played with, … Continue reading →