I don't, um, I don't understand how anyone could choose to be like this... I'm just... it is not to be understood.
I didn't choose this. I am this. Mom, I didn't choose to be gay. Do you think I'd choose to be this different from everyone else? That I'd choose to make you and Dad this upset? That I'd choose to lose someone as beautiful and wonderful as Allison? And what about AIDS? I mean, suppose someone wanted to be gay, would they want to be gay now?
I don't know. And I don't want to ...