There are quite a number of factors that shape sexuality—religion, culture, gender, and family upbringing amongst other things—and every individual weighs each factor differently in its impact, or lack thereof, in the shaping of their sexual identity. Along with several others, I find it an arduous task to pinpoint the strongest influences on the formation of my sexual identity or if there even was anything that had an impact other than biology. I was never very religious or cultural and my parents had opposing views on sexuality and most other matters. I would like to think that at least by the time I got to pubescence that I was shaping my own identity with a meager influence from my parents, however I am aware that a lot of the development of my sexual identity could be subconscious.
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I do not think my parents were as devout as the majority of other Catholics; I do not recall ever reading the Bible on my own at home. Sunday school, which was actually on Wednesdays for me, was always a dread; it made the weeks fly by. Before I knew it, it would be Wednesday again and I would have to go to one of the church classrooms and go over Bible passages or whatever it was we did. I can only remember a few things about Sunday school:
1. At the end of each semester we would have a “fun” Bible trivia competition in which we would wait in lines to compete against rival teams. I hated getting to the front of the line because it was almost guaranteed I would get the question wrong so I would always let others cut in front of me, hoping that my teacher would not notice how infrequently I was up at the ____. This could have had some factor in shaping the neurotic part of my identity but definitely didn’t contribute to my sexuality.
2. Once a kid told our class that Obama ate babies. He asked the teacher what she thought—no
I do not think my parents were as devout as the majority of other Catholics; I do not recall ever reading the Bible on my own at home. Sunday school, which was actually on Wednesdays for me, was always a dread; it made the weeks fly by. Before I knew it, it would be Wednesday again and I would have to go to one of the church classrooms and go over Bible passages or whatever it was we did. I can only remember a few things about Sunday school:
1. At the end of each semester we would have a “fun” Bible trivia competition in which we would wait in lines to compete against rival teams. I hated getting to the front of the line because it was almost guaranteed I would get the question wrong so I would always let others cut in front of me, hoping that my teacher would not notice how infrequently I was up at the ____. This could have had some factor in shaping the neurotic part of my identity but definitely didn’t contribute to my sexuality.
2. Once a kid told our class that Obama ate babies. He asked the teacher what she thought—no