Nobody would ever choose to have PTSD, therefore it must be genetic.
Evidence is a brick wall: made up of many
bricks facts.
The fact that someone bought a gun, in and of itself doesn't mean he shot his wife and her beau. It's just one brick and that does not make a wall. Put with other bricks, that he increased her life insurance, that he hid a man's shirt that was too small for him, that he canceled their hotel reservations for their anniversary next august, that he bought a one way plane ticket out of the country, that he recently rented a car near the workplace of the man who his wife was with, that he has recently "misplaced" his gun and any ammunition, and you've arguably got a wall.
What you've pointed out is merely a brick. Of course it isn't a wall. That doesn't mean it isn't relevant building material to the brick wall of the ultimate conclusion.
But, who cares? I don't give a shit either way. Nothing wrong with either result of choice or nature. I do think it's nature, because I attempted to chose to be a straight male. I'm completely uninterested in naked females and there isn't a damn thing to change that. I've had them flirt with and hit on me and I feel positively nothing. I like men. I'm through lying to myself about it, because I wasted years doing this.
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It never ceases to amaze me how I keep seeing people who have a problem with "feminine gays." I guess I might be considered one of those, what, with being trans and all. Some feminine gays can overdo it, but frankly I find they're just making up for lost time they spent repressed. It's a bit of a treat to finally be able to be yourself and do all those things you weren't allowed to do. I really enjoyed wearing dresses anyway I could and went a tad overboard at first, because I had wanted to for years.... Those years spent being ashamed of wanting simple things like wearing a certain type of clothes, namely pretty ones, wear on you. It sucks. Cut the overly flamboyant gays some slack. They eventually mellow out and get used to it.
I still greatly enjoy being able to wear cute clothes, but it's become a lovely routine, rather than a special treat I've been longing for and can't wait to have. The weirdness was because girls just ... are used to it. They wear skirts or cute jeans or blouses or shirts or a dress or whatever every day. For the longest time, I only got to wear those things at certain times I would look forward to all week or all month or longer. It was super fucking special to be able to wear a skirt. For girls, that's called Tuesday and every other day. They can do it whenever and they do.
Unfortunately, the world is full of jerks who don't like transsexuals, or anyone who isn't a predefined barbie or ken doll. So, I have to live a lie to the outside world. On weekends, I live just like any other woman in my own home, or sometimes in the home of a trusted friend.
I haven't received a single "special privilege." I have been beaten the living shit out of and left at a hospital door so badly bruised that I was admitted as "John Doe." Actually that was when I was in high school and denying even to myself that I was gay. I was hiding it like crazy and no one knew. They just called me gay as an insult.... You can be fired from your job, refused housing rentals or sales, and a host of other shit just for being gay in the overwhelming majority of the US. I have no idea what the fuck people are talking about when they say there are "privileges to being gay." I probably never will.
I don't know if I'm going to contribute to this thread, as this isn't the best time for me, but clearly it's relevant to me. I've lived a lot of the stuff people are talking about.