Chuck's story: One day, when I was five, my father left for work late and stayed home longer so that he could give me my breakfast because my mother had to be gone early that day. My father gave me my toast, and instead of cutting it perfectly in half like my mom did, perpendicular to the edge, he cut it diagonally. I was so traumatized my life went on a slant from straight and right into gay from that time on.
Bill's story: One summer, playing hide and seek at my grandmother's massive scary house when I was about ten, I opened a door to hide in a room way far away and as I went into the room, my 78 year old grandmother was stepping out of the shower.... naked! After seeing that, I was immediately and irrevocably gay.
These are both 100% true stories, save perhaps for the association of the event and our sexuality. However, Bill's story, might have been an impetus, if one was needed, as it is a matter of fact that the thought that came to top of mind at that horrific moment was, "I don't ever want to see a naked woman ever again."