There was a young boy whose parents loved him dearly. This boy loved sports and was always the best at what he did. People thought the world of him. As he grew, he realized that he was not like the other boys who loved music, acting, art, and who loathed getting dirty by playing sports with him. He was made fun of for talking manly instead of flamboyant like his peers so he tried to talk like everyone else. This boy played sports with all the girls even if all the other guys called him macho. He didn't understand all the other guys who were very sensitive and loved romantic comedies. He could relate to the girls who would rather wrestle or blow stuff up.
As this boy continued to grow in years and started to become a young man he realized he was different in yet another way. He started to think he was attracted to girls instead of the same sex like everyone else was. This, of course, was a ridiculous thought in his mind because he had never chosen to be straight. He had been taught his whole life that he is supposed to be gay and like boys just like all the other guys. He was also raised as a very religious person whose fundamental teachings were based on the doctrine that marriage is only between two men or two women and that the greatest joy in life, and in the next life, is to be married to someone of the same gender. He was scared of who he might be because being straight was a sin. He saw the way members of the church talked about those straights as if they were these vile and horrible people.
So this poor boy hid because of the fear of not being who he was supposed to be. He tried to ignore his attraction. He decided to never tell anyone for fear of being labeled a sinner. He pretended to like boys so no one would ever assume he was straight. He put a mask on and had to hide who he was on the inside. But he continued to do what he was taught that he needed to do. He went to church, read his scriptures, and tried to be perfect in everything he did. No matter how much he did though he was still depressed, scared, and broken.
He couldn't live this way though. There was too much hurt and lying. As this boy searched for relief from his pain he finally accepted who he was. He was born this way and no matter how hard he tried or wanted to be gay, he couldn't. Being straight was not something he decided to become one day. He was straight, and that was okay no matter how taboo it was to be straight. He felt so much relief as he accepted this part of himself that he could never change. He didn't have to force himself to act like a homosexual anymore. He was himself and he didn't need anyone else to tell him who he was supposed to be. He was finally happy.
The End
Note: I use some of those stereotypes simply to illustrate a point and don't necessarily believe all straight people have to like sports and all gay people have to like the arts :) Thanks for humoring my example!
When I was on my mission for my church, and was working with people to help them make their lives better, I would always try to put myself in their shoes. As I tried to imagine what it would be like to be that person then I would have a clearer vision of the way Christ sees them. The judgement I may have once felt towards the way they were living or the things they were not doing would dissolve away. I could understand more fully why they felt the way they felt. As we apply the concept of putting ourselves in other people's shoes in any setting then we can see less anger, misunderstanding, friction, and judgement in our lives. Love is always the answer.