You grew up in a heavily religious part of the country. They were very anti-modernism and often spoke ill of minorities, you being no acception, being gay.

A new priest came to town and your family thought it'd be best if you had a one to one chat with him. You spoke to him about your evil thoughts and he chuckled when you finished.

"My boy... those are not sins... those are desires... desires I am... willing to help you perform..." He said as he moved closer to you and put you on your knees.