Hi, I’m Amanda. I’m what’s called a “red”, which means it would not be to my advantage to have my photo on an atheist site.
Ensign Ro Laren: Who *are* you?
Guinan: I told you. I'm Guinan. I tend bar and I listen.
Ensign Ro Laren: Well, you're not like any bartender I've ever met before.
Guinan: Hm. And you're not like any Starfleet officer I've ever met before. But that sounds like the beginning of a... very interesting friendship.
I didn't really know much about gays growing up, except that my two creepy neighbors were probably gay but no one ever saw them because they were ashamed of being bad people. Or something like that.
By middle school, I had started to buy into the "gay is a choice" school of thought, and I was creeped out by the idea of being gay. It was something I didn't understand, and I was afraid that I might be gay (turns out I'm not). Like many confused adolescents, these reasons were enough to justify hateful feelings.
It wasn't until high school, when I watched one of my friends break down sobbing, that I became a gay rights supporter. "I'm not sure why people keep telling me it's my choice!" He sobbed. "I hate being gay! If I could choose, I would be anything but gay! I hate that I'm constantly made fun of!"
So yeah, gays are people. People deserve the chance to be happy. Why is this complicated? You would think we would be able to overcome middle school-esque, unfounded prejudices and just let people live.
Vote no.
That is all.
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