If I have a
son
And he
comes to me telling me that he's gay, I'm not going to pretend
to accept him. I'm not going to cry about it in my room at
night. I'm not going to sit around wishing for the perfect son.
I'm going to look at him, smile, tell him I'll always love him
no matter what, then drag his butt down to the beach so we can
both scope out hot guys.
nmf