Most of the Christians I knew seemed to think so: that there was no such thing as being born gay; that God was just waiting to spring heterosexuality onto anyone who asked; that if you stayed gay, it was probably your own fault.
Growing up, I thought of myself as a bad actor. But in college, I realized the truth. I was a brilliant actor who had mastered only one role. I was my own alter ego, a bit funnier than the original, a bit friendlier, a bit more resilient. And of course, much less gay.