Would you let your kid be gay?

[Lief 🗽]

When I was about ten years old, my parents sat me down one Sunday afternoon, after a nice lunch of grilled cheese and tomato soup, washed down with a cup of 2% milk, and told me that I had a very important choice to make. They stressed that this choice would affect the rest of my life and that I should give it a lot of thought. That Sunday afternoon they explained to me that I needed to make a choice: would I be a gay or a straight? They gave me some pamphlets, as well a couple of color photographs of penises in different states of flaccidity and erection, as well as some of vaginas and breasts of various sizes and shapes (as well as nipple types). They gave me a week to make my decision. For the next seven days, I spent a lot of time researching on the internet, reading books on the subject, querying my teachers and other adults (including my nextdoor neighbor, Mrs. Morris, and the mailman) and asking my schoolyard chums what they ought about it. Finally, when the next Sunday rolled around, I had made up my mind and decided I'd be a straight.

My point is, my parents gave me that choice, and I'm so thankful for that. So yes, I'll let my children be gays if they'd like.