If it's true and my Mom-zilla really did make me gay, I'm not sure to hate her or hug her. Perhaps God's way of saying, "bad monster no grandkids for you." (she's my monster, and I love her),
My mother may not have been the most gentile of God's creations, but my brother is straight, my nephew who she raised is too. Her sister and her cousins are far worse than she is and to the best of the family's knowledge, I am the only queer.
I didn't choose this, up to age 23 I just knew I'd make a great daddy and show her I could raise a child that would respect me not because he feared me, but because he respected me.
I had the will, but my body wouldn't work. I found it less and less excited by girls and the mind wasn't all that willing either. The mind is what empowers the sexual organs, you know.
They just were broken, unless I was watching a maintenance man fix a sink or the roar of a motor bike engine drew me to my bedroom window. I'd watch them racing along and like magic, that part would start working. This was just their bikes and their silhouettes illuminated by the moonlight that did this. I couldn't see their faces or anything. If they were short, fat, or tall, I just knew they were men and that was enough.
That wasn't taught to me by my mother. If it were, given the social stigma and my desire to be a good father, plus it cancels that, I would have unlearned it, the way I unlearned that I'm wrong all the time, that I might as well not bother because I can't do anything right, or that bad little boys go to hell.
At this point, everything mother so called did to me is starting to wear off. The nitt-picking... the boyfriends are kinda all foggy like after you go swimming and step outside. Besides, I've forgiven her for all that. No, this isn't fall out.
Like Sean-85 said, our parents love us, they wouldn't harm us on purpose. If they do things wrong or say harsh things, it's because of bad judgement or because they were taught the wrong thing and didn't reject it. My being gay can't be a choice because if it were, I'm giving up that happy home and that boy or girl for this. Giving up all of the flawed beliefs I accrued as a child for them could be easy. I don't think I could choose this unless it couldn't be helped. As people, I doubt something taught could overcast pure instinct to bear and raise children.