Captain Crazy cures son of gayness...

A 23-year-old pre-med student who "got caught up with friends who were pulling him" toward homosexuality is well and undergoing Christian counseling, his family says.

But a gay activist who created a Web site to locate the "missing" man says Bryce Faulkner's silence speaks volumes, claiming that the young man's religious parents are controlling his every move in an effort to "cure" him of his homosexuality.

Debra Faulkner, of El Dorado, Ark., denied the Web site's reports that her son was forced against his will to undergo reparative therapy for homosexuality at Exodus International, a nonprofit Christian organization that seeks "freedom from homosexuality" through Jesus Christ.

"He's fine," Debra Faulkner told FOXNews.com. "All the stories you've been told are not true."

Deb...the the stories are anything, but untrue. Curing your son's gayness is about as likely as me stopping after one drink and not singing thirteen songs on karaoke night. For some, that's just not in the cards. It's not in our DNA. Our boy Bryce, he's gay. Look at that picture. If you get your hands near your face in your yearbook picture, or anything near your face for that matter, you're destined for the theater stage if you know what I mean. The burden that this poor kid must bear has to be overwhelming. Surpressing your gayness by taking a a class from other homophobes just seems illogical and stupid. Growing up in this crazy homophobic family, I'm quite sure if it were a personal choice, your boy Bryce would've chosen the vagina route if he could've. I'm sure when he thought about the snapshot of his life at 23, it would'nt have involved anti-gay counseling, runaways, and reparative therapy. Stories like this remind me of a little poem by the late Phillip Larkin:

They fuck you up, your mum and dad.
They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had
And add some extra, just for you.

But they were fucked up in their turn
By fools in old-style hats and coats,
Who half the time were soppy-stern
And half at one another's throats.

Man hands on misery to man.
It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Get out as early as you can,
And don't have any kids yourself.