"When I was in the third grade, I thought that I was gay - 'cause I could draw, my uncle was and I kept my room straight. I told my mom tears rushin' down my face; she's like "Ben, you've loved girls since before pre-k." Trippin'. Yeah, I guess she had a point, didn't she? A bunch of stereotypes, all in my head. I remember doin' the math, like "Yeah, I'm good at Little League." A preconceived idea of what it all meant - for those that like the same sex, had the characteristics. The right-wing conservatives, think it's a decision; that you can be cured with some treatment and religion. Man-made rewriting of a predisposition. Ahh naw, here we go. America the brave, still fears what we don't know. And god loves all his children, is somehow forgotten. But we paraphrase a book, written 35 hundred years ago.