In 2012, I was in a Starbucks when a well-intentioned grandmotherly type approached me and asked what so many others have asked me over the previous two years when they saw me alone with Nate: “Is it Mommy’s day off today? Are you babysitting?” Unfortunately for her, she chose the wrong guy and the wrong day to inquire and I told her what I’d been itching to tell the dozens of people who had asked me similar questions before. “I’m gay,”
Nobody fucking asked!
Okay, so this guy is an utter faggot in addition to being an actual faggot, and he's someone who shouldn't be in charge of raising a kid. But in theory, I don't think it's so bad for a gay person to embrace a normal, heterosexual arrangement for the sake of parenthood. This is of course assuming he's just a faggot, and not an utter faggot. It's just that a faggot qualified to raise a kid is so astronomically rare.
Nobody fucking asked!
Okay, so this guy is an utter faggot in addition to being an actual faggot, and he's someone who shouldn't be in charge of raising a kid. But in theory, I don't think it's so bad for a gay person to embrace a normal, heterosexual arrangement for the sake of parenthood. This is of course assuming he's just a faggot, and not an utter faggot. It's just that a faggot qualified to raise a kid is so astronomically rare.
Personally, I don’t think gay people should be around children at all, but that’s just me.
I hope everyone clapped