Baltimore writer Danielle Ariano asks herself and her readers: Is being gay possibly a choice? (And if so, should that matter?) I’m gay. A lesbian, to be specific. Poor me. Doomed to a life of being different by something hardwired in my system, something pressed into my DNA, something I have no control over.
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