For more than 25 years, the address on my driver's license was the San Francisco Bridge Club. My life was divided between driving long haul and playing high stakes rubber bridge with some of the best players in the world.
I always find it interesting people's reaction to homosexuality. Having been around many gay people over an extended period of time — some of whom I have been friends with for more than 25 years — the idea that being gay is a choice has the same weight as being straight is a choice. I believe that our sexuality is an innate part of who we are and we are born with it.
I have had many conversations with gay people about how it is to grow up being gay. For the most part it is a collection of horror stories. It is the essence of being tortured. For most of us, puberty, with the rush of hormones overloading our bodies, was a very hard and disorienting time.
Imagine being told what you feel is evil, that who you are is an abomination. Imagine getting bullied and made fun of for the crime of being the person God made you. Imagine a parent expressing disappointment and sometimes disowning and kicking you out of the house for the crime of being who you are. It is not a surprise that the suicide rate among gay teens is so high.
Bravo to the city of Lodi for allowing the LBGT float in the parade.