When I was in high school? In a heartbeat. I was so terrified of being gay that I could absolutely not admit to myself that I really was, and was so guilty about the images that came into my mind during, ahem, night pleasures, that I made myself sick. If there was a magic pill to be normal, I would have done anything for it.
In college, after I admitted, to myself at least, that I really was "that way"? Almost certainly. Because I just *knew* my parents would be unhappy, that my mom would be sad at not getting grandkids, that my dad would never speak to me again.
After I was introduced to the person with whom I fell in love over the phone, and have lived with ever since? Not a chance. I'd never give up what I have now, and can't imagine not being "me".
(And my mom and dad both love him, and, by the way, had known - or at least suspected - I was gay since before I was in high school.)
- dfp