Being gay (or bi, or lesbian) is sort of like being left-handed, or short, or blue-eyed, or bald, or having bad acne, or having dyslexia. Who knows why we get what we get? Believing God made you just the way you are (if you believe in God) doesn't offer much comfort either, if you ask me. Why do I suck at sports? To this day I still can't hit, bounce, catch or throw any type of ball. I am absolutely pathetic. I felt humiliated every single day in gym class. Thousands of times I wondered why I wasn't born with more coordination/skill at sports?!!! I still don't have an answer. That is just me. The very same thing goes for being gay. Who knows why I am gay? Why me? I don't know. That is just me. However, I do know that if I want to be happy, I have to accept myself the way I am, and so do you. I came out to family and friends in 2002 and it was the BEST thing I ever did for myself. I am infinitely happier than I was when I was trying to date women, the years I struggled to figure things out, when I was closeted and lived a double life dating men but pretending to everybody else I was straight. The process takes time, but you can, and will, eventually get here too.