I am usually against "isms" of any kind, especially feminism. I hate to say that out loud...but I was raised as a devout baptist, and there was absolutely no room for uppity women in that sect. It's hard to admit, but I still try to live up to the ideal of the submissive, sweet, unassuming, unpresumptuous, always putting others before yourself, baptist wife-type.
The fact is that I am very aware of this idea that has been encouraged in me from the time I was a small child. I fight it, but it's still there. So the lesbian feminist idea about an environmental cause for sexual orientation seems anathema to me because, paradoxically, I was raised to believe women DIDN'T have a choice.
However, after a lot of thought and self-examination, I have come to realize that I do choose my own path in life, even though this smacks of liberal feminism, a title that I am wary of embracing for the simple fact that my family sees that title as inherently less than the sweet mother and housewife of traditional baptist circles.
It is a daily struggle for me to acknowledge that I am in control of many things, and not in control of many other things.
I do believe I am in complete control as to how I live my life. I choose to be with a woman. I choose to be independent. I choose my job. I choose my education. I chose to come out to my family. I chose the possibility of separation from everything I knew in order to be true to the things I did not feel I chose. I choose what I do each and every day.
However, there are many things I didn't choose. I didn't choose to be born into a devout Christian family. I didn't choose to be attracted to other women. I didn't choose to fall in love with the wrong person. I didn't choose to have my heart broken. I didn't choose to be called a dyke the other day at a gas station. I didn't choose to have friends leave me.
It's a very difficult topic for me to discuss. Mainly because I have so much stake in it. If people genuinely believe they chose their sexuality, then it would seem that all the things I've lost (against my will or not) are my own fault. It would seem that I have deliberately decided to hurt my family. It would seem that I turned my back on my parents, who worked so extremely hard to teach me the difference between their perception of right and wrong.
I believe in choice, as a woman. But I also believe in the lack of choice. Sometimes you are handed things that you just don't get a say in. It's there, whether or not you like it. I got to be gay in a devoutly Christian family. There is no way in hell I chose that.
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