I’ll give you a topic…
“I worry about my son like any parent. I hope and pray that my son isn’t gay. Not because I’m anti-gay, I’m not, it’s because I don’t want my son to have to [be] tolerated for who he is. My son deserves better and so do your children. They deserve acceptance and the only way they will get it is through us.”
Discuss.
Pray that your son is in the majority instead of fighting for the rights of the minority = equal justice for all, except when we don’t feel like it because it’s not our fight.
I have been so busy between greeting people at Walmarts and cleaning glory holes at the porn parlor that I haven’t had much time to blog anymore. I can’t keep all these NEOCONS at bay alone you know! Swing by the site and say hello. It’s up and running again!
Would it be wrong to say that if I had a gay son I would encourage him to bring home his cute little boyfriends so I could try to move in on them?
Sick I know but I just love gay boys. They give me the warm & fuzzies.
This is actually a really sweet thread. I don’t find MDT’s contributions better than spurious, as usual, but just about everyone is on the side of the kids whether they’re gay or straight.
For the record, while I’m not having kids, I can answer the question for myself. While I wouldn’t change who I am, if I had to start a new life over again, I’d be straight if I had the choice. I wasted a good portion of my life figuring all that out, and my reward for having done so is being trapped in a place where I’m only slightly discriminated against.
The near-constant sex with strangers hardly compensates.
Mike,
When I think about you, I touch myself.
Mike, so having ‘wasted’ part of your life figuring out who you were didn’t give you any other valuable insights into our society? You would give all of that away for a chance to fit in completely?
I went through the struggle of having been raised in a family that still considers anything sexual outside of Marraige to be sinful; homosexuals didn’t even get to exist, they were so awful. And yet the struggle was only part of my growth as a human being, and I would NEVER give that back.
If I somehow had some magical powers to ‘do it all again,’ I would change it so that society accepted homosexuals in its presence before I would change one thing about myself.
Homosexuals are not the problem.
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I go now.
All that jealousy over the constant anonymous sex must be the problem. If only they could ejaculate without feeling like we do and then laugh about it later over something containing vodka.
Anyway, I had to reluctantly agree with Rosemary on the gay child issue, if only because I understand that once people have children, A HUGE PART OF THEIR RATIONAL CAPACITY EVAPORATES. My own mother, who is a vocal and unapologetic spokesmodel for my faggotry, really had to struggle in the beginning because the hardest thing for many parents to do is to watch their children suffer. And suffer I did.
Today, if you asked her if she’d rather have me straight, I’m betting she’d say no. “It took me this long to get used to it,” she’d say.
Well, back to the baths!
As I said, I would give nothing away. I’m satisfied with who I am, and I would consider the wisdom that came from my struggle an unacceptable sacrifice.
But if I weren’t that person? If the road to becoming that person were long and arduous and fraught with potentially fatal detours?
Of course I wouldn’t choose to be gay again. At least, not if I were born in ’76 again — I might give it a whirl in ’03.