Staas had to give a snort at the twist on the phrase. It was amusing, a little, even if he wasn't in a place to appreciate the irony fully. "I know. I know it's not my fault, and I know there wasn't much I could do to change any of Carey's shit. But that doesn't mean I can't think it sucks. Because it does."
He tugged at the hem of his shirt a little, regaining a tiny bit of his normal energy. "And that's what people say, right? You don't choose your sexual orientation. It's not a choice, and who would choose to live the more difficult life if they really had the option to be 'normal.'" He actually did the finger quotes to illustrate his sarcasm. "Me. I would have. Back then? In a heartbeat. For him."
He wouldn't now, obviously. Or knowing what he knew now. His kids. If he'd been able to "turn gay" he wouldn't have them, and that would suck. But if it had been an option for his seventeen year old self, he would have given up any sense of hetero-normalcy for Carey.
"I told you," he said with a small, rueful smile. "My life, dude." He turned to move from the kitchen, to retrieve the mugs from the livingroom. "We didn't even get to the part about the drugs on the groupie's asses."