Nature vs Nurture

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The Divine Blueprint Includes Queer People and Zero Homophobia

“If God made us in the divine image. Then queerness is not a rebellion. It’s a reflection.”

-This Puzzled Life

Light the charcoal. Sprinkle the sage. Today, we’re not just cleansing the room. We’re cleansing the ignorance. We’re diving into the science of being gay. Which is the most Southern thing ever. 

Everybody’s got an opinion. Nobody’s read the research. Half the town swears they “just know” because their cousin’s friend’s nephew once wore a sequined vest to Vacation Bible School. And trustmebro.com is their only source.

Unlike the folks who think sexual orientation is a “lifestyle choice,” we’re going straight to the biology, the hormones, the genetics, the epigenetics, and the brain science. And yes, science says queer folks aren’t broken, confused, rebellious, or possessed by a demon named Carl. We’re just built this way. Literally. Cellularly. Hormonally. Neurobiologically. Now let’s get into it.

Scientists have found that sexual orientation has genetic components. This means that some of us were coded a little extra fabulous from the jump. Research shows multiple genes contribute to sexual orientation. Sorry but it’s not a single “gay gene” that’s being held responsible. It’s a constellation of them. Think of it like a queer genetic gumbo. A little chromosome spice here. A little epigenetic roux there.

 Source: ArcGIS Story Maps overview of genetics, hormones, and neurobiology in sexual orientation 

Epigenetics is basically the universe’s way of saying, “Let me sprinkle a little glitter on these genes and see what happens.” Epigenetic markers can influence how genes express themselves. Especially those involved in sexual differentiation and attraction. These markers can be shaped by hormones, environment, and developmental timing. They don’t rewrite your DNA. They just DJ the playlist.

Source: Chapter on epigenetics and sexual orientation from UCLA researchers 

Before you ever took your first breath, your brain was marinating in a hormonal jambalaya. And those hormones? They matter a lot. Studies show that prenatal hormone exposure, especially androgens, plays a major role in shaping later sexual orientation.These hormones influence brain structures tied to attraction. And they help determine whether your brain lights up like a Christmas tree for men, women, both, or neither.

Source: Prenatal hormone theory of sexual orientation 

Neuroscience research shows differences in brain regions related to attraction, behavior, and sensory processing. These differences aren’t “defects.” They’re natural variations. They show up consistently across studies, across cultures, and across time.

Source: OpenStax Behavioral Neuroscience on sex-linked brain differences 

The most accurate scientific conclusion? Sexual orientation is shaped by genetics, hormones, brain development, and environment. It’s a complex, beautiful interplay that makes each queer person a one‑of‑a‑kind masterpiece.

Source: University Observer on genetics + environment in sexual orientation 

Here comes the cat‑powered theological commentary you didn’t know you needed but absolutely deserved. 

Your living room. Sage still smoking. Charcoal still glowing. You’re typing. And the cats have convened an emergency meeting of the Queer Science & Spirituality Committee.

Tinkerbell (Union Rep, Conspiracy Theorist): “Alright, everyone, settle down. We need to address the ongoing crisis. Conservative humans still think Bible verses are part of the genetic code.”

Piper (Chaotic Neutral Gremlin):  “Honestly, I checked the genome myself. Not a single verse. Not even a stray Corinthians. Just DNA doing its thing like it’s supposed to.”

Coco (CEO, Sunbeam High Priestess): “Yeah, but conservatives act like chromosomes come pre‑loaded with Leviticus. Like God was up there knitting embryos saying, ‘Let me just stitch in a little homophobia for flavor.’”

Tinkerbell: “Exactly. Meanwhile, real Christians, the ones with functioning empathy, are over here like, ‘Science exists. Biology is real. Love your neighbor. Stop weaponizing scripture like it’s a Nerf gun with anger issues.’”

Piper: “And let’s be clear. Bible verses are not molecules. They’re not proteins. They’re not alleles. They’re not epigenetic markers. They’re not even in the mitochondria. And that’s the drama queen of the cell.”

Coco: “Bible verses are opinions written down a long time ago that conservatives now use like emotional nunchucks.”

Tinkerbell: “Exactly. They’re not part of anyone’s genetic makeup. They’re part of someone’s political makeup.”

Piper: “And the anger? Whew. That’s not holy. That’s not righteous. That’s not divine. That’s just unresolved childhood issues marinated in Fox News.”

Coco: “Real Christians aren’t out here screaming at gay people. Real Christians are like, ‘Hey, science is cool. Love is cool. Jesus literally never said anything about queer folks. Y’all need a nap.’”

Tinkerbell: “Honestly, if conservatives want to talk about genetics, they should start with the hereditary nature of minding your own business.

Piper: “Science says gay people exist naturally.” 

Tinkerbell: “Faith says love your neighbor.” 

Coco: “Conservatives say whatever their pastor yelled last Sunday.”

And that’s the absurdity of it all. The cats have spoken. The meeting is adjourned. Snacks will be served in the kitchen.

Let’s just go ahead and say the quiet part with our whole diaphragm. If theology is correct. If we are truly made in the image of God. Then God’s image is not some beige, monotone, heterosexual stick figure with a side part and a fear of sequins. No. Absolutely not. The math ain’t mathing.

Because if queer people exist. And we do, loudly, beautifully, and biologically. Then queerness is not a glitch in the system. It’s part of the blueprint. Which means God’s image includes queer joy, queer love, queer brilliance, queer softness, queer resilience, queer creativity, and queer fabulousness. If we’re reflections of the divine? Then the divine must contain all the colors we carry. And that’s a lot of colors.

Let’s talk about the rainbow for a second. Conservatives love to act like queer folks “stold” it. As if we broke into Heaven’s craft closet and ran off with God’s Crayola box. But if God created the rainbow. And theology says God did. Then God created a symbol of diversity, beauty, and spectrum. A spectrum of light. A spectrum of identity. A spectrum of creation.

And you’re telling me the same God who painted the sky with a multicolored arc after a storm didn’t know that one day queer people would claim it as our banner? Please. God knew exactly what God was doing. The rainbow is divine foreshadowing. A cosmic wink. A holy Easter egg. A celestial “just wait, y’all.”

If God’s image includes all of humanity. Then queer people aren’t the exception. We’re the evidence. The evidence that God loves variety. The evidence that creation is not limited to one shape, one love, or one expression. The evidence that the divine is not threatened by color, complexity, or creativity.

Queer people are the parts of God’s image that sparkle. The parts that dance. The parts that refuse to shrink. The parts that remind the world that holiness isn’t about conformity. It’s about authenticity. Queer people are the divine’s flair. God’s glitter. God’s jazz hands. God’s reminder that creation is supposed to be vibrant, not beige.

Not the corporate kind. Not the “rainbow logo in June only” kind. Not the “love the sinner, hate the sin” kind. I mean the real kind. The kind who understands science. The kind who celebrates diversity. The kind who doesn’t weaponize scripture to justify fear. The kind who looks at queer people and says, “Yes. I made you. And I made you on purpose.”

If we’re made in God’s image. Then God’s image includes every queer soul who has ever existed in past, present, and future. Which means God is not just a Pride ally. God is the original Pride ally.

The first one to paint the sky in rainbow. The first one to celebrate diversity. The first one to say, “Let there be light.” And then break that light into a spectrum.

The next time someone says, “Being gay is a choice.” Smile sweetly. Bless their heart. And say, “The only choice I made today was whether to wear the boots or the heels. My sexual orientation was assembled in the womb like a limited‑edition collector’s item.” Let the science do the talking. Being gay isn’t a phase, a fad, or a political statement. It’s biology. And biology don’t lie.

So here we are. Charcoal glowing like an altar to common sense. Sage swirling like ancestral Wi‑Fi. And the cats still muttering about conservatives trying to splice Leviticus into the double helix like it’s a DIY craft project.

The science is clear. The biology is clear. The genetics, the hormones, the brain structures are all clear. The only thing foggy is the worldview of people who think sexual orientation is a rebellious phase. But their own anger is a divine calling.

Bible verses are not molecules. They are not nucleotides. They are not tucked between adenine and thymine like a passive‑aggressive Post‑it from God. They’re words. Words that can heal or harm depending on who’s holding them. And conservatives have been swinging them around like rusty machetes. And trying to carve their fear into other people’s lives.

But the real Christians. The ones who actually read the parts about compassion, humility, and minding your own business, they just know better. They know science isn’t the enemy. They know biology isn’t propaganda. They know Jesus didn’t come down here to micromanage who anyone loves. Real Christians don’t need queer people to shrink so they can feel tall. They don’t need to weaponize scripture to justify their discomfort. They don’t need to pretend their prejudice is holy.

They understand something conservatives keep tripping over. Faith and science are not rivals. They are two different languages describing the same universe. One is poetic. One is empirical. And both are pointing toward truth.

And the truth is this. Queer people exist because nature made us. Biology shaped us. And diversity is the signature of life itself. We are not mistakes. We are not warnings. We are not tests of anyone’s faith. We are living, breathing evidence that creation loves variety.

Bless the room. Bless the science. Bless the ancestors. Bless the queer babies still figuring out their shine. And to anyone still clinging to ignorance like it’s a family heirloom, may your heart soften. Your mind open. And your Bible fall open to literally any page that isn’t being used as a weapon. The science is settled. The spirit is settled. And the cats are settled. And the only unsettled thing left is the people who can’t handle the truth that queerness is natural, holy, and here to stay. Thanks for reading! Happy Pride Yall!

Affirmation: I am a radiant, intentional part of creation. My identity is not a mistake, phase, or a debate. It is a divine color in the spectrum of existence. And I shine without apology.

***Don’t forget to watch the video!***

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What Is The Primal Wound?

What is the Primal Wound?

“…Being separated from their birth mothers and handed over to strangers in the adoption process is the only trauma where the victims are expected by the whole of society to be grateful…”

Nancy Verrier, The Primal Wound

Even as a young child my parents can tell you that I was a very inquisitive.  I was also the child that questioned EVERYTHING.  There was no accepting because someone said to.  I had to know the “whys.”  This has often led to difficult roads and battle wounds as a result.  As an adult with a very difficult diagnosis to comprehend much less to ask someone else to understand, I still question everything.  Maybe it’s normal to question these things.  Keep in mind that I function most of the time as a “teenager with an attitude” and you know how much ego, time and energy that requires. Sometimes it’s just like having annoying bags of hell that can suck the life out of everything it touches including my body attached to me like appendages.  But sometimes the internal conversations are better than any comedy routine I’ve ever witnessed including the questions.

I question every person’s motives, practitioners, governments, my adoption, abusive behaviors and, yes, I still question my diagnosis A LOT!  Being on disability, currently, allows me time to search for answers about my puzzled life.  As you’ve read throughout my blog, my connection to adoption and why it’s so painful for me has led me to some obsessive days and nights searching online for something to explain the pain in my soul that I’ve never been able to accurately paint a picture of with words.

On an Attachment and Parenting blog, one adoptive parent is quoted as saying….

 “Scientific research now reveals that as early as the second trimester, the human fetus is capable of auditory processing and in fact, is capable of processing rejection in utero. In addition to the rejection and abandonment felt by the newborn adoptee or any age adoptee for that matter, it must be recognized that the far greater trauma often times occurs in the way in which the mind and body system of the newborn is incapable of processing the loss of the biological figure. Far beyond any cognitive awareness, this experience is stored deep within the cells of the body, routinely leading to states of anxiety and depression for the adopted child later in life.”

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I now have a simple explanation for the type of feelings that can destroy me to deal with.  The rejection and separation process can still be felt deeper than any other sensation I’ve personally felt.  These words gave me an instant reaction and all internal members on guard and children/teens to safety.   I realize that the intensity felt by other adoptees is on a continuum of variance.  The intensity I feel today is the same intensity I felt as a infant, child and teen.  And as an adult, it can still be very crippling as the loss is for both me and my birth mom is extremely powerful.

In Nancy Verrier’s book The Primal Wound:  Understanding the Adopted Child, 1993, she describes the Primal Wound Theory by saying, ” that develops when a mother and child are separated by adoption shortly after childbirth. It describes the mother and child as having a vital connected relationship which is physical, psychological and physiological, and examines the effects of disrupting such bonds.”  I still haven’t been able to read that book because of how much the topic really disturbs me.  The Nature vs. Nurture debate is another avenue in continuous research.  I see myself both sides of the debate which as people we are a constantly evolving through that very mixture.

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 As an adopted child, I needed and wanted to find parts of my identity.  I was always the kid that looked nothing like my parents but I did have some behavioral traits.  I was raised around some comedy goodness with both my daddy and Nannie.  Their individual humor is enough to sit and tell stories for several hours.  My environmental and social interactions helped to shape beliefs both about myself and other people.  There’s a much longer discussion for that debate.  Genetically, my skin color, facial characteristics, bone structure, eye color, etc. is the Nature side of the debate. The debate often centers around the effect genetics have on human personalities as opposed to the influences that environment and development might have.  So you can see that this will probably on for infiniti + infiniti.

As a developing child, not being able to look in the stands at my ballgames or in a crowd at the mall and not see anyone that I looked like was torture.  I love my adoptive parents no less.  Unless you’re an adopted child with this strong need to just know “why” you can’t understand the obsession.  At major life events birthdays, weddings, graduations, birth of a child, etc. while I tried to enjoy everything in the moment, I couldn’t help but to feel the loss for people who I originally belonged to.  This has also been a big source of guilt and shame from just wanting to know.

My parents were always very supportive in my efforts to find my answers and truth about this situation.  My birth mom, father, full brother, aunts, uncles, paternal grandmother, half brothers, half sisters, step-mom and some cousins eventually met but not on the same turf.  As an adopted child, I had to accept prior to going to meet them all that I would be rejected again.  This time the rejection would be felt as an adult.  I needed that one-on-one time with my mom to ask her the “whys” that continue to haunt me after my answers were received.  But, first, the willingness to feel that incredible lifelong wound gaped open even further if the universe saw fit and it did.  Not the Lifetime ending I was looking for.

What I have done to deal with this wound in the past was to shove anything I could into that big, dark hole in my soul.  I poured alcohol, pills, razors, purging, restricting, perfectionism in certain areas, people pleasing, etc. into this insatiable appetite for something only she could fill.  I guess we can just call this particular therapy topic a work in progress.  And maybe, in time, with COACH by my side, I’ll attain some resolve and peace.  The whole purpose for moving to Texas was to get some healing.  And that’s exactly what I’m doing.

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Roots, Branches & Chosen

Roots, Branches & Chosen

8.11.14

“The effect you have on others is the most valuable currency there is.”

—Jim Carrey

I’ve been looking over my blog and have decided that there is some pertinent information missing.  The main thing that I would like to point out is this……… “Just because of my sexual abuse history with men, please understand that this is not why I’m gay. Men scare me, yes.  But, I’ve always been attracted to the same sex.”

The term “family” has a meaning, for me, which has evolved over time and continues to do so.  The title of this blog is the categories that I have broken the types of “family” that I choose to identify. The first category is Roots.  This category identifies me on sight by the color of my hair, gender, facial features, and other DNA in general.  This is where identity helps to be formed.  All of physical “stuff,” comes from my “birth” parents. Good or bad, they would be the vehicles, by which, I entered the world.

Who consist of the Branches?  This would be my “adoptive” parents, aunts, uncles, cousins, grandparents.  These were the people that actually raised me.  For the “adopted child” this is where the Nature vs. Nurture debate is warranted.  So, the person that “I” reflect back to people is a combination of both nature and nurture.  Personality definitely has genetic components to back it up.  But, how one was or was not nurtured is still not what makes up a personality completely. There are also social factors that help to make up one’s personality.

OK so, my “Chosen” family are the ones that have a very special description.  My “chosen” family are those that have no blood or other family relations to me.  These “family” members tend to be much more plentiful except that my daddy has a very large family.  When I was younger these “special” people where my teammates and close family friends.  Today, this category includes members of the “gay” community.  Since reuniting with my best friend from 20+ years ago, Levi Pierce, I now know what it’s like to actually have a brother. These are people that have watched and continue to watch me struggle, but continue to love me anyway. They have celebrated when I do and cried with me and I with them.  These are people whose “trust” actually means something.  These are the people that if they need you at 2:00 am, I know that they would listen. But, they’re also the same people that will put their foot ever so harshly in my ass if I need it.  And when they do it, you always know that it’s coming from a place of love and not from abuse. The level of “trust” for them has been tested and passed with flying, sometimes, rainbow colors.  I have always been told, “I knew you were. I was just waiting for you to be ready to tell it for yourself.”  That is a stunning example of the kind of mutual respect that the relationship with them encompasses.  If I get a call that one of them needs me, consider it done! I will drive across the country, even to the small, little, southern town that I actually will begin retching just thinking about it, if one of them needed support.

 I also have a “therapeutic” family.  These are the people that have seen and continue to see how abuse can affect someone years later.  These are some of the people that I have been in treatments with that are considered “safe” people.  I have very strong bonds with these individuals. They are always learning about how each one of our brains is similar yet different.  This can actually be pretty damn funny at times.  We understand and respect “trauma” humor that most people would find distasteful.  They know I’m “quirky” about things and well..sometimes they have the same “quirks.”  I can tell them anything that’s going on with my brain and not be “judged” for it.  Many nights, I have stayed up very late talking to them.

So, you see….the term “family” has evolved over time to encompass more than just what people see as a “typical” family.  Melody, Marshall and I don’t have a “typical, Focus on the Family” type of family.  But, make no mistake….we and those that love and support us are all “FAMILY.”

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