Have you all seen the movie "But I'm a Cheerleader?" If you haven't, then you should probably do that soon.
The movie is about a girl who doesn't realize she is gay, until she is sent to a 'camp' that will make her not gay. It's pretty damn funny. There is a part in the movie where the kids are discussing the "root" of their homosexuality. I just had an epiphany and figured out what my root is/was...whatever.
Ok, so one day when I was 6/7/8ish I went to bother my older sister Adrienne. She was sitting at the computer with her friend Jackie and they were working on some school something or another. They were using the CD-rom encyclopedia. I walked up behind them to investigate and see this strange picture. It was pink with like a million little fish in it. I ask "Hey, what are those fish?" They both look at me and laugh.
It was not fish, it was sperm.
It wasn't until much later in my life that I discovered what sperm were. I hated the word. It brought back my childhood embarrassment and since I come from a family of assholes, any opportunity to mention sperm to me was taken. My face would immediately become red and I would, most likely, storm out of the room in a huff.
So, that is obviously why I am gay. I hate the word sperm. Bam.