My oldest friend is gay. We met in kindergarten I think. I don’t remember meeting him, he’s just always been there. Cut to last year when my parents were saying they “don’t approve of that lifestyle” and I asked them “Well, what about [this friend]?” They know he’s gay, but since he doesn’t have an accent or a limp wrist they don’t seem to care. He lives down the street. We both went into the tech field. We hike. We’re each married to our own spouses. We have pets. I pointed all this out and told them “if you disapproved of his lifestyle, you’d also disapprove of mine. It’s not the LIFESTYLE, it’s the IDENTITY you don’t approve of.” I haven’t talked to my parents since. I’m ashamed to be related to them.
damn I grew up like 20 mins away from this school. sadly between Philly and Pittsburgh it’s just a red, anti-LGBTQ wasteland.
People keep fleeing to the cities for some crazy reason.
But then its time to redraw the districts and you still end up with a State Senate Seat represented by the five angriest racist grandpas a computer can draw a line around.
The school:
“We’re all trying to find the guys who bully”