One question begged for more thought: If the all-knowing, all-powerful God didn't wish to make me a lesbian, then why didn't he make someone else in my place?" I'm glad he didn't.
The wistful "Jimmy Ray McGee" preaches abstinence — "Jimmy Ray McGee/Asked me to the senior prom/But I went on another boy's arm/Heard he made someone else a mom" — but doesn't feel dogmatic.
He made someone talking, for instance, by drawing a mouth, and he filmed a few frames of it open and then a few frames of it closed.
The key, he said, was "knowing what makes someone tick".
He receives messages daily from Facebook fans around the world who say that he has made someone smile, that he lifted someone's spirits, that he is making a difference in people's lives.
He will make someone regret that decision and, if not, he's got an open invitation to law school in paradise.
So what makes someone Jewish?
What makes someone a good mentor?
What makes someone a committed exerciser?
But what makes someone a gang member?
