I've armed myself with a new analogy as CW and I head to My Parent's House for Thanksgiving: homosexuality is like being a fan of Thai food. Not everyone likes meat and potatoes, and not everyone likes Thai. But those that do enjoy it. If someone liked Thai food, they wouldn't make you eat it if you only liked Mexican. Or meat and potatoes for that matter. So why make them eat meat and potatoes?
Brilliant, I know!