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Date: February 19th, 2012 2:29 PM Author: impertinent internal respiration tanning salon
Well, I do think the DAD was right to basically say "we hear you."
That's his way of not fucking this kid up into wanting to fight his urges to fuck girls after puberty just because he hates his intolerant dad and wants to rebel.
The dad probably wants to just let him do what he do. The dumb bitch is probably now going to push him into buttsecks.
(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1878044&forum_id=2#19998096) |
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Date: February 19th, 2012 8:00 PM Author: Crystalline heady tattoo
BONUS:
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Date: February 19th, 2012 3:10 PM Author: Crystalline heady tattoo
When Your 7-Year-Old Son Announces, 'I'm Gay' by Amy Kieran (St. Louis)
http://getstooobsessed.tumblr.com/post/9004061623/mommy-they-are-just-like-me-my-oldest-son-is
“Mommy, they are just like me.”
My oldest son Brody [Kieran] is six years old and in love for the first time. He is in love with Blaine from Glee.
For those who don’t know Blaine is a boy…a gay boy, the boyfriend of one of the main characters, Kurt.
This isn’t a ‘he thinks Blaine is really cool’ kind of love. It is a mooning at a picture of Blaine’s face for a half hour followed by a wistful “He’s so pretty” kind of love.
He loves the episode where two boys kiss. My son will call people in from other parts of the house to make sure they don’t miss his ‘favorite part.’ He’s been known to rewind it and watch it over again…and force other to, as well, if he doesn’t think people have been paying enough attention.
This infatuation doesn’t bother me or his father. We live in a very hip-liberal neighborhood, many of our friends are gay, and idea of having a gay son isn’t something that bothers either of us. Our son is going to be who he is, and it is our job to love him. End of story.
He is also six. Six year olds get obsessed with all kinds of things. This might not mean anything at all. We always joke that he’s either gay, or we have the best blackmail material in the history of mankind when he’s a 16 year old straight boy. (Take that naked bath time pictures!)
Then the other day we were traveling across the state listening to the Warblers album (of course), and in the middle of Candles, my son pipes up from the back seat.
“Mommy, Kurt and Blaine are boyfriends.”
“Yes, they are,” I affirm.
“They don’t like kissing girls. They just kiss boys.”
“That’s true.”
“Mommy, they are just like me.”
“That’s great, baby. You know I love you no matter what?”
“I know…” I could hear him rolling his eyes at me.
When we got home I recapped this conversation to his Dad, and we stood simply looking into each other’s eyes for a moment. Then we smiled.
“So if at 16 he wants to make a big announcement at the dinner table, we can say ‘You told us when you were six. Pass the carrots’ and he’ll be disappointed we stole his big dramatic moment,” my husband says with a laugh and hugs me.
Only time will tell if my son is gay, but if he is I am glad he’s mine. I am glad he has been born into our family. A family full of people who will love and accept him. People who will never want him to change. With parents who will look forward to dancing at his wedding.
And I have to admit, Blaine would be a really cute son-in-law.
(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1878044&forum_id=2#19998452) |
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Date: February 19th, 2012 3:48 PM Author: Mischievous idiot
To be fair,
""Gay. I'm gay."
My world paused for a moment, and I saw the "geez, Mom, didn't you know that already?" look on my son's face.
I got off the phone and leaned down to eye level with him and rubbed my nose against his. "I love you so much.""
(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1878044&forum_id=2#19998848) |
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Date: February 19th, 2012 6:49 PM Author: Crystalline heady tattoo
just to clarify, is this the AMY KIERAN of SAINT LOUIS MISSOURI who works as a Media Analyst at MMI?? The wife of DAN KIERAN and the mother of Brody Kieran?
When Your 7-Year-Old Son (Brody Kieran) Announces, 'I'm Gay' by Amy Kieran (St. Louis)
http://getstooobsessed.tumblr.com/post/9004061623/mommy-they-are-just-like-me-my-oldest-son-is
“Mommy, they are just like me.”
My oldest son is six years old and in love for the first time. He is in love with Blaine from Glee.
For those who don’t know Blaine is a boy…a gay boy, the boyfriend of one of the main characters, Kurt.
This isn’t a ‘he thinks Blaine is really cool’ kind of love. It is a mooning at a picture of Blaine’s face for a half hour followed by a wistful “He’s so pretty” kind of love.
He loves the episode where two boys kiss. My son will call people in from other parts of the house to make sure they don’t miss his ‘favorite part.’ He’s been known to rewind it and watch it over again…and force other to, as well, if he doesn’t think people have been paying enough attention.
This infatuation doesn’t bother me or his father. We live in a very hip-liberal neighborhood, many of our friends are gay, and idea of having a gay son isn’t something that bothers either of us. Our son is going to be who he is, and it is our job to love him. End of story.
He is also six. Six year olds get obsessed with all kinds of things. This might not mean anything at all. We always joke that he’s either gay, or we have the best blackmail material in the history of mankind when he’s a 16 year old straight boy. (Take that naked bath time pictures!)
Then the other day we were traveling across the state listening to the Warblers album (of course), and in the middle of Candles, my son pipes up from the back seat.
“Mommy, Kurt and Blaine are boyfriends.”
“Yes, they are,” I affirm.
“They don’t like kissing girls. They just kiss boys.”
“That’s true.”
“Mommy, they are just like me.”
“That’s great, baby. You know I love you no matter what?”
“I know…” I could hear him rolling his eyes at me.
When we got home I recapped this conversation to his Dad, and we stood simply looking into each other’s eyes for a moment. Then we smiled.
“So if at 16 he wants to make a big announcement at the dinner table, we can say ‘You told us when you were six. Pass the carrots’ and he’ll be disappointed we stole his big dramatic moment,” my husband says with a laugh and hugs me.
Only time will tell if my son is gay, but if he is I am glad he’s mine. I am glad he has been born into our family. A family full of people who will love and accept him. People who will never want him to change. With parents who will look forward to dancing at his wedding.
And I have to admit, Blaine would be a really cute son-in-law.
(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1878044&forum_id=2#20001107)
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Date: February 19th, 2012 2:27 PM Author: deep prole trailer park
This article predates that one:
"Trying to Explain Hate to My Son"
I am one of those people who are enthusiastically enthusiastic. I don't just read a book; I read an eight-book series in under a week. If I start watching a television series, I anxiously wait for the kids to go to bed so I can finish the season as soon as possible. When the last Harry Potter movie came around, my best friend and I made my nieces Hogwarts uniforms to wear opening night. (I have to admit, this wasn't a completely altruistic act; we would totally be wearing them ourselves if we could get away with it.)
So when the Glee movie came around last summer, it was something I knew would make a fun event. My nieces are in their tweens and love Glee, and my sons loved the idea of seeing the Warblers (especially Blaine) on the big screen. Before the movie we were all hanging out at my brother Harold's house. The kids were watching old episodes of Glee to get themselves amped up. My nieces are good kids and know which episodes my boys are and aren't allowed to watch. They had a couple of friends over, and everyone was jumping all around with my boys to the musical numbers and having a great time.
When the part where the two boys kiss came around, my oldest son held up both hands and announced, "This is my favorite part," his eyes glued to the screen. My nieces giggled (they are well aware of his crush and think it is super cute), but one of the other girls looked at my son as if he had grown an extra head.
She turned to my younger niece, "What?"
"Just go with it," my niece said with a nonchalant shrug, and they all went back to dancing.
When it was time to go to the movie, all the kids drove together with my sister-in-law, leaving Harold and me alone in another car. I told him about the girl's reaction to my son's crush, not because I was angry, but because it is not a reaction my son usually gets from kids. Kids accept my son calling Blaine his "boyfriend" a lot easier than adults do.
"Oh, I know who you're talking about," Harold said. "Yeah, her parents are really conservative. She's been raised in an ivory tower: not a lot of diversity and a lot of like minds."
I thought about that for second. While my kids' community does include several different races, cultures and religions, they don't have a lot of exposure to the conservative point of view.
"But you could say my kids are kind of 'tower-raised,' too," I admitted.
"Yeah, but yours is a rainbow tower," Harold stopped himself and then laughed. "That was more appropriate and a lot funnier than I thought it would be."
Earlier that summer we went to Pride. This has been an annual event for us long before any of the boys were born. Our kids love the parade and getting to wave at all our friends who participate. The candy doesn't hurt, either.
While walking through the crowd, my oldest son noticed a protester for the first time. This guy was on his own, shouting Bible verses at a crowd that was generally ignoring him. My son studied him seriously for a moment, then turned to me.
"Mommy, why is he so angry?"
"Well, baby, some people really don't like it when boys marry boys or girls marry girls."
Then he asked his favorite question, the one I knew was coming: "Why?"
And this is where I get stuck, because none of the answers are good:
They think God told them so.
People get a little crazy when they're frightened by things they don't understand.
Some people just need something to hate.
I knew none of those would lead to anything but a lot more questions I don't know how to answer. So, I turned to my 6-year-old son and said, "It's pretty silly, isn't it?" He vehemently nodded, and we continued our way down the sidewalk.
I know he needs to learn about all the hate out there, and I would rather him learn it from us before he gets smacked in the face with it later. But the couple of times it has come up and we've tried to discuss it with him (in a child-appropriate way -- some people think this way, and they are wrong), we hit a brick wall. Our son simply refuses to believe it. The whole idea of people hating someone because of whom they love is something he cannot comprehend, and therefore, we are just plain wrong.
This refusal to believe actually makes me happy and gives me hope for the future. Because the truth is that I like my kids' rainbow tower, and I wish I could live there, too.
(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1878044&forum_id=2#19998081) |
Date: February 19th, 2012 2:34 PM Author: Charismatic sable famous landscape painting office
This article should instead be titled, "Terrible parent lets their 7 year old watch Glee."
Shocking he got confused watching a show for high school kids and adults.
(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1878044&forum_id=2#19998143) |
Date: February 19th, 2012 2:36 PM Author: deep prole trailer park
check out the comments section.
"I've read a few posts from your blog because a friend sent me the link. I was impressed by your story, not because of your son, but because of you and your husband. Because of how your parenting is shocking to me. I am not gay but I am proud to say that I fight for liberty. And when I say I'm shocked, I mean I can't even believe there's people with such a developed mind as yours. And it gives me hope that one day every parent will be like you. And not because you're somehow better, but because - as you said before - you love your kid. Every parent in the world should be like this. Unfortunately they're not, but when I read what you wrote... It just gives me hope. That people, in the future, won't suffer what my friends suffer now. So thanks for giving me hope to keep fighting for what I believe.. I just wanna know that if I have a kid in a few years, he/she will be able to be able to be who they are. No one can tell them the opposite. I can't even imagine how good your way to handle this situation is gonna be to your son. He will grow up to be a strong person, sure of himself. And that no one can take away from him. I really hope one day people won't need to congratulate parents for loving their child."
(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1878044&forum_id=2#19998156) |
Date: February 19th, 2012 3:09 PM Author: Disgusting principal's office genital piercing
Fucking LOL, she's on the phone having a casual convo about whether her 7 year old is gay or straight and he JUST MAGICALLY appears and announces that he's gay.
Jesus Christ. Give the kid a fucking chance to make up his own mind.
(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1878044&forum_id=2#19998441) |
Date: February 19th, 2012 3:12 PM Author: appetizing mustard mad cow disease
Absolutely disgusting. There's no way he knows whether or not he's "gay" at 6 or 7. She's just jumping at straws, "Oh yes, my boy is a faggot! Yes!"
Utterly sick. If anything, she should neither encourage nor discourage the behavior until he is much older. Instead, she jumps for joy, talks about "rainbow towers," decries people raised in conservative households as being surrounded by "like minds" and lacking "diversity." Just fucking LOL @ these people.
Just fucking LOL.
(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1878044&forum_id=2#19998477) |
Date: February 19th, 2012 3:48 PM Author: thirsty sick state
the only thing shitty about this article is the fact that it exists.
"I got off the phone and leaned down to eye level with him and rubbed my nose against his. "I love you so much.""
I mean, come on. Who writes something like that without a hand on her cock?
This kid is going to look back on this when he's older and regret it ever came to light no matter what is sexual orientation is.
(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1878044&forum_id=2#19998852) |
Date: February 19th, 2012 6:26 PM Author: french unhinged theater milk
idk if this kind of attitude is necessarily a bad thing, aside from the whole writing a nationally syndicated article proclaiming "MY SON IS GAY". i mean if every parent created an environment where being gay was totally OK and as natural as liking legos, you would avoid situations where doods grow up hopelessly confused and pretending to be straight and marrying women while buttfucking young latino men in secret.
and maybe her son just happens to be a gigantic megaqueer homofaggot, at least she's letting him grow to his full potential & being a supportive parent.
(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1878044&forum_id=2#20000169) |
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Date: February 19th, 2012 7:43 PM Author: Abnormal indecent faggot firefighter senate
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/Amelia
Open Letter to Parents: Your Kid Might Be Gay
Who Do I Want My Son to Be? I Want Him to Be Himself
Trying to Explain Hate to My Son
A Mother's Love for a Daughter Who Is a Son
Hungry Hungry Hippos, Transformers and the 'Gay Agenda'
Lessons from Sharing the Story of My (Possibly) Gay 6-Year-Old Son
(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1878044&forum_id=2#20001517) |
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Date: February 19th, 2012 8:14 PM Author: pale cowardly brunch fat ankles
from one of her articles (the problem with understanding hate):
It is as if some people think that just because they are not personally going out every day and waving signs with the Westboro Baptist Church, or shouting vicious slurs at a two gay men and their children in the grocery store, then they are not hating anyone.
But they are.
Denying basic civil rights is hate. Characterizing an entire group of people as sick is hate. Damning that same group to hell is hate, as well, no matter how it might be dressed it up. When people express these beliefs or vote for those who expound on these views on television, radio, etc. over and over again, they are doing nothing more than encouraging those who waves signs, throw slurs, and worse.
And on top of that, they are killing children.
(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1878044&forum_id=2#20001763) |
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Date: February 19th, 2012 9:21 PM Author: Diverse ticket booth
LOL
And on top of that, they are killing children.
Aren't the abortionists also doing this?
(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1878044&forum_id=2#20002357) |
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Date: February 19th, 2012 9:33 PM Author: Tan university
and about reptiles:
--gov't should prohibit first trimester abortions for cause;
--bombing civilians on fraudulent grounds is ok
(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1878044&forum_id=2#20002490) |
Date: March 23rd, 2012 11:01 AM Author: Crystalline heady tattoo
jesus christ
http://www.anonboard.com/bbs/show_topic/601697
http://www.anonboard.com/bbs/show_topic/604339
My son was in another room talking to the big kids. They were fourth graders, 9- and 10-year-olds who are very cool, hip, and mature (according to my kid, anyway). They were a mix of girls and boys, and most of the girls were talking about which boys they thought were cute, and who was whose boyfriend or girlfriend. The boys were frequently providing commentary.
My son piped up, "Blaine is my boyfriend." (Blaine is a gay male character on Glee.)
"You're supposed to have a girlfriend," one of girls snapped back, all snotty.
My kid shook his head. "No, I'm gay," he said. "I have boyfriends." Giggles came from all the girls, and one of the boys looked at him quizzically.
"Really?" the boy asked.
"Sure," said my son with a shrug. And the conversation moved on to the music on everyone's iPods.
As I watched this conversation happen, two things went through my mind:
I am going to have to talk to some parents.
I am going to have to explain to my son, again, why he doesn't need an iPod.
I am finding myself having a lot of conversations with parents lately. Part of me is annoyed that I feel I should, but the larger part of me knows it's necessary. So why I am I annoyed? Because I really don't think it should be a big deal. My son isn't hitting or biting people. He isn't a danger to anyone. He's just sharing something about himself. Other parents don't have special conversations when their kids turn out to be left-handed (coincidentally, left-handed people about 10 percent of the population, as well). And to me, being left-handed is just about as morally wrong as being gay: not at all. So why should I have to alert people that my son identifies as gay?
But I do, and it is for a few good reasons, the top of one being that my son is only 7 years old. An out first grader isn't exactly an average kid. I have the only one I know. It surprises people, and they have questions:
"Why does he say that?"
"Does he know what that means?"
"Haven't you told him to not say that?"
The questions are so common now that I can rattle off the answers without much thought:
"Because he likes boys, thinks they're pretty, and romanticizes them."
"Yes, he knows that boys who want to kiss boys and want to marry boys are gay."
"Hell no! I will never tell my child to stop saying something that honestly describes him, or even imply there is anything wrong with being gay."
I'd rather people ask me these questions, not my little boy -- not that he can't answer them. When people ask him what "gay" means, he is clear and confident in his answer, but he almost always has an expression that clearly displays the "Why don't you know?" that is obviously running through his mind. No one has ever asked him the third question or told him to "stop saying that," which is good -- for them, because now they don't have to deal with my son's suddenly angry mommy and daddy. But I worry that being asked these same questions over and over again might shake his confidence and easy nature regarding his orientation, and my husband and I don't want him to lose that.
The other reasons aren't really about our family but everyone else's. I'd prefer to avoid phone calls from parents who want to inform me what my son is telling their children. I would rather deal with it upfront when it happens. I also want them to be forewarned. When my son tells one of his friends or cousins that he's gay, they often ask their parents about it. So far, since we surround ourselves with an affirming and welcoming community and family, no one has been upset. But they have appreciated being in the loop. It lets them think about how they are going to talk to their kids before the conversation actually happens. And it has led to some wonderfully open and honest discussions about all the different types of people, and how no one can change whom they fall in love with. I think that's an important conversation for every parent to have with their child, and I am totally OK with our family facilitating it.
Another reason is for the kids themselves. The boy who asked, "Really?" could have gone to his parents and said, "This kid is gay," and found himself in trouble for it. Unfortunately, as we all know, being called "gay" can be a big insult, especially with boys. I didn't want these parents to think that by saying my son is gay, their child was making a disparaging comment. He merely would have been stating a fact. Hopefully, parents can jump on the opportunity to explain why "gay" is never an appropriate negative descriptor for anyone.
So I will keep having the conversation, although at this point I wonder whether I might save a lot of time if I just made a flier that I could hand to people. (That was a joke.)
And by the way, I am now officially "so mean" because my son [still doesn't have an iPod.
(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1878044&forum_id=2#20275592) |
Date: April 1st, 2012 4:44 PM Author: Crystalline heady tattoo
http://www.anonboard.com/bbs/show_topic/608988
JFC:
A Father's Reaction to His Very Young Gay Son (by Daniel Scott Kieran)
Over the past few months my wife, HuffPost blogger Amelia, has been asked numerous times what I think about our 7-year-old son identifying as gay.
This is not something I thought I'd be writing so soon (OK, honestly, I never thought I would be writing a blog on an internationally known news website). When my wife and I were expecting our first child, we discussed what we would do if he or she were born with a disability or with a foot growing out of his or her head. Dealing with a child with a disability would be a life-changing event and something that we had to think about a lot. Possibly having a gay son or daughter wasn't like that. We didn't even have to discuss it, because it wouldn't be a problem. Although the head-foot would need to be dealt with immediately, we assumed we had 15 years or so before any of our kids said they were gay.
You know what they say about assuming: it makes all the asses come out in the comment sections of blogs -- people who don't know anything about my son other than the few guarded things my wife has written, and yet they seem to think they know so much. Let me say that most of the comments have been very supportive, and it's great to see the same people come to Ameila's defense whenever the occasional jerk butts into the conversation with some homophobic ideas. And many of jerk-butts (and some of the normal people, too) want to know what I think about this whole "gay thing."
The idea that I would be immediately disappointed/angry/suicidal that my son identifies as gay offends me, both as a father and simply as a human. It seems the further we all move along into the 21st century in terms of technology, the more some parts of society regress to the 1950s -- or the Victorian era, if we're being honest -- when it comes to ideas of social mores and attitudes on certain subjects: Ward Cleaver would have been angry if the Beaver had come out of the closet, so surely a father 60 years later would have the same reaction. I mean, come on, that's only common sense!
Excuse me while I roll my eyes for an hour or two.
I don't see how a father, or any parent, can look at their son, the one they've loved since before the child was even born, and upon hearing him say, "Dad, I'm gay," turn their back on him. The comments from men much older than me telling stories just like that break my heart. My wife always wants to adopt the teenage kids who write to her; I want to adopt the 60-year-old men who cry when they read that I tell my son how awesome he is. I don't care if they are as old as my father; they deserve love just as much as anyone else.
So many of the negative comments have been funny to Amelia and me because the people writing them obviously don't know our son. "Isn't your son's father going to miss teaching him sports?" "Isn't not having your child get married going to just break your heart?" "How does his father react to the prancing flamer that your son must be?"
First of all, as I write this, my shoulder is sore from throwing a football with him earlier. He loves sports (American Football is his favorite), and he can throw a really nice spiral, especially for a 7-year-old (although if he grows up to be my size, he'll either be a fine defensive end or the heaviest quarterback in the history of the NFL). And again, he's 7: as far as he's concerned, he's going to play all the positions -- at the same time. And if tomorrow he wants to start ballet classes, we will go to all his recitals and cheer him on just as loudly as if he were on the 50-yard line.
Getting married is up to him; single or married, he's still my son. If he and his maybe-some-day-far-far-in-the-future boyfriend want to tie the knot, they just need to tell his mother and me where to be, and we'll be there. Hopefully by then they can get married in whichever state they want, but if not, we'll just travel to one of the cool states and have a great time.
And the "flamer" comments... where to begin? Do effeminate men exist? Of course. Are all gay men effeminate? Of course not. But does it matter? Whether he grows up to be the manliest man in all mandom or the most effeminate guy to ever hit the drag-show circuit, he is my son. I want him to be loved, comfortable with himself and his friends, and happy. If that means he's the next RuPaul or Joe Montana (or just that nice guy in Accounts Receivable), he will know that being himself is important, no matter who he ends up growing into. And he will always know that his father loves him.
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Date: March 23rd, 2014 7:41 PM Author: Crystalline heady tattoo
STILL not shutting the fuck up
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/Amelia/my-gay-kid-is-lucky-but-h_b_4614172.html
On a cold winter day when my oldest son was in the first grade, he came home from school with a question.
"Mom, did you know that the word gay means more than just gay?"
Just a few weeks before, my son announced that he was gay. He knew what being gay meant (boys who wanted to be boyfriends with other boys) and was quite certain it described himself. As the days went by, he used the word gay more and more often.
"What else does it mean, baby?" I asked.
"Happy."
"Where'd you learn that?"
"At school. In music we sang a Christmas song that said gay. The teacher said it meant happy."
"She's right. It can mean that too."
Now, nothing in this conversation was particularly earth shattering or memorable. What makes it stick with me is this was the first time gay had come up in a conversation about school. While our son identified as gay, he had never used that term to describe himself at school. Everyone knew Blaine from Glee was his boyfriend (because it was impossible at the time to be around him for more than five minutes without him reminding you), but the actual word "gay" hadn't been used. My husband and I had a quick discussion and decided we'd rather talk to the school now, than wait and pray a problem never occurred.
I made an appointment with the principal, and I admit that I was more than a little nervous. We knew the school was gay friendly. They had gay staff and administration, but the existence of our gay-identified seven year old could throw off even the most ardent ally. The principal and I chatted for a few minutes, and then I laid it all on the table.
"My son identifies as gay. It will come up at school eventually, so I think we need to talk about it."
I shouldn't have worried. The principal was wonderful. He agreed that school should always be a safe place for all kids. When I told him I expected "that's so gay" to be treated like any other form of hate speech, he agreed as well.
"Normally, when 'gay' is used in that way, we get out the dictionary and talk about the definition of the word," he said.
"As 'happy'," I said remembering the conversation about the carol.
"Yes."
"But that's problematic. If people use 'gay' to slam my kid, they aren't talking about how happy he is. It also creates a problem, because it doesn't acknowledge the other definition. I don't want him to think that 'gay' as 'homosexual' is some kind of secret thing. Nothing about who he is should be shameful or secret."
The principal acknowledged that this wasn't an issue that had ever come up in his elementary school before, and I laughed knowing that had to be true. We agreed that we were both in brand new territory, and we would need to stay in close communication about my son's experience at school. In the meantime, I planned to have discussions with his teachers (they would be the ones on ground zero if/when something happened.) All of those talks went equally great. His teachers had the same questions everyone has (Really? Does he understand what it means? etc.) but they were all firmly in this corner. And I sighed with relief.
We are lucky. I know we are lucky. But until a few weeks ago, two years after these discussions, I don't think I realized how much.
As with most kids, our son is better at some areas of school and struggles at others. The question came up if there might be another program that would suit our son better. And when the mere idea of this was brought up, I froze. Our kid wasn't just any kid. Our kid was a gay elementary school student. And we live in the Midwest. Was there another program where our son's orientation would be so lovingly embraced? The staff had a suggestion of one school they thought would work.
I went to the suggested school and one of the administrators gave me a tour. Eventually, I asked her about the school's hate speech and bullying policies. She told me all about their policies as they applied to race.
"My son identifies as gay, so I am also interested in policies about anti-gay hate speech."
The administrator was surprised, which I had expected. Then she said, "Well, children might say those words, but at this level they don't understand what they mean, so we don't see them as a problem."
And if anyone is looking for the wrong thing to say to the parent of a gay child (Brody Kieran), that's it, right there. Because the kids don't know what they are saying, it's OK? That makes no sense. She had just told me the policies on racial hate speech. It wasn't ignored if the students didn't understand the implications of their words. Why should anti-gay hate speech be any different? The administrator didn't have any good answers for me.
I went back and talked to our principal about my visit. He was dismayed by the reaction of the other school. Was the other program a better fit for my son academically? Maybe. But my kid's current school was definitely a better fit for who he is. The principal and I worked together to get my son extra tutoring, as well as in-class help where he was struggling, so he can stay where he is -- somewhere that is committed to protecting him, helping him grow, and celebrating him. And I think that is the better choice.
So, we are lucky. While I appreciate that, I can't help but think we shouldn't have to be. My son is just a kid. He should be able to go to any school in our area and know that his school will protect him from hate. But that's not where we live. I want my son to grow up knowing being gay isn't something shameful or insulting. It's just part of who he is. I expect the kids in his school to start using "gay" as pejorative term at some point. I hate it, but again that's the world we live in and kids can be awful to each other. That's why it's so important that the adults my son is surrounded by, especially those in positions of authority, are ready, willing and able to intervene. After all, that's their job. At least it should be.
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Date: August 7th, 2018 5:22 PM Author: hideous station jap
death rattle
https://www.huffingtonpost.com/entry/how-this-years-pride-gave-me-hope_us_59666cf8e4b0524d8fa7fa64
How This Year’s Pride Gave Me Hope
As I watched my family at Pride, it started to flicker, the tiniest little ember of hope.
07/12/2017 03:27 pm ET Updated Jul 12, 2017
By: Amy Gierer Kieran
It was a few days after the election. I was still in shock, filled with anger and fear. I wanted to get out, to run away, to change reality, so I wouldn’t need to be so scared for so many people I loved. I was in the car with all three of my sons, headed on some mindless errand, when my oldest, now a strapping 12 years old, pointed up at the direction indicator on my car.
“We’re going north,” he announced. “Canada is north.”
“Yep. Should we just keep driving?” I asked, only partially kidding.
He looked at me seriously for a moment, then shook his head.
“No,” he said firmly. “Then who would fight here?”
And there is nothing like being put in your place by a middle schooler.
My children were very affected by the election results. This was personal to them. My 10 year old started confronting every adult he encountered and asking “Who did you vote for?” If they did not immediately respond “Hillary Clinton,” he then asked them why they hated his brother and his friends who are gay, and his uncle and cousins who are black, and his teachers who are immigrants? Why did they hate everyone he loved?
The election was real to them ― just as real as it was to me. In truth, they have handled it a lot better than I have. They have been able to move on, and shake the dark cloud of those electoral college results. I haven’t.
I’ve had a hard time writing since the election. For nearly six years people have told me how the story of my son, who came out as gay at 7 years old, and of our family has given them hope. But after last November, I no longer felt like I had any hope to give. Any words of comfort and light that I tried to write felt false, like a pitiful attempt to deny reality. Things were not ok. And I couldn’t pretend they were.
I got fed up with myself pretty quickly. Why couldn’t I find something to grasp onto? Just a little something to tell that this would not last forever, that things could and would get better.
And I finally found it. At the Pride parade.
Pride has always been an important family event for us, and we go every year, but this year it was even more so, because my brother and his family were joining us.
Earlier this year my brother and his wife had opened their bedroom closet to find my oldest niece wearing a rainbow squid hat and holding a sign that said “Lesbi honest, I like girls.” Later in the year, her younger sister, with far less fanfare, came out as pansexual. For the older’s high school graduation several months later, I gifted her with a t-shirt that said “Liberals for Gay Space Socialism.”
My brother, upon seeing and coveting the shirt, announced he need one in each of the Pride colors. He turned to me and said, “Coming out is different in our family.” Yes, indeed it is.
But back to Pride... My nieces marched with the LGBTQ band at the very start of the parade, and joined us after they had completed. I sat back in the shade (I wilt in heat and can get a sunburn inside a house if I sit too near a closed window) and watched my family ― chosen and biological alike.
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My oldest son, too cool to collect beads these days, but waving to all the crowd and calling out the names of the people he recognizes.
My middle son, Avi, playing the part of king of all beads this year, and he added arm bands as well.
My youngest son, Ted, as kinetic as always, waving his rainbow flag where ever he goes.
My younger niece, in a rainbow propellor beanie, diving for the tshirts thrown into the crowd.
My older niece, her face so beautiful and bright as she watches the parade.
My brother, so happy to be there to support his girls.
My sister-in-law, proudly sporting a “Mama Bear” shirt with a black cartoon bear standing protectively over her rainbow colored cub.
My husband, tall enough to catch the beads flying over everyone else’s heads, and telling the kids to drink water.
My friends, our chosen family, helping the kids collect beads, trinkets, and candy, and periodically reminding them to run back to me to get another layer of sunblock.
Amelia
As I watched them, it started to flicker, the tiniest little ember of hope. This was my family. They were all so happy and filled with joy to be at Pride, to be together. Twenty, even ten years ago, this wouldn’t have been a reality. Yet here I was, looking at the people I love most in the world, and watching them celebrate the incredible people they are. Suddenly, my eyes were filled with tears, and that ember sparked into a flame, because here was hope, here was the future.
And then came the gratitude, because I was so lucky that the future was now, right in front of me. I was grateful for each and every person who came out to the parade that day for creating such a wonderful setting. So many people that the streets were overwhelmed. Here in the midwest, in a red state, we had not stopped fighting. We had not hidden ourselves away. We were out, we were proud, and we were not going anywhere.
After the parade was over, and all our stuff had been packed up, we lined the kiddos all along the now empty route for a picture. Gay, lesbian, pansexual, and currently unidentified, they stood together, making faces at their parents. All family―in more ways than one. And each one an entire universe of reasons to hope.
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Date: September 11th, 2020 1:03 AM Author: Frum Bronze National Affirmative Action
Husbands last tweet from today
https://twitter.com/teapartycat/status/1304232051852414976?s=21
Don’t seem to be married still bc he just says he’s a dad and not husband but who knows
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