The Living Church, whose efforts have at times in recent months become a bit pretentious, outdid itself today by the headline, "Dr. Paul McHugh: “There Is No Gay Gene”.
Little did we know that relief from the terrors of a gay bishop, The Rt. Rev. V. Gene Robinson, could be overcome by a simple declarative sentence, "There is no Gay Gene."
The mind boggles. Perhaps someone could declare, "There is no Straight Gene." Then all us straight guys who don't measure up to being macho-straight could relax. There is no Straight Gene, so we don't have to be, well, you know, muscular about it all.
So there is no Gay Gene. Is there a Straight One?
Wait, wait.... I really don't care. There are gay people. That's a fact, Jack. Life is short, and arguments are long. Everyone is sexually expressive by circumstance, and how we are plumbed and why is only part of the variants to be dealt with.
At least that's my take on a tired Tuesday night after a funeral and preparations for the death of a friend and the profound knowledge that love is not the prisoner of any genetic propensity, plumbing or predilections.
I love who I will well or badly, and am loved in return with similar limitations. I am convinced that Jesus loves me, for the bible tells me so. That's enough for me. What do I know from genes?
That's my story and I'm sticking to it.