Tonight after dinner my #1 child, age 13, remained at the table to talk with us of many things. We discussed the Hapsburg Dynasty, the League of Nations, the creation of the USSR, the Kinnsey Scale, and predjudices about how people with “alternative” sexualities or gender identities “should” look. The kid was, understandably, surprised to find out his dad is pan-sexual. Once he absorbed this info he was equaly surprised that I am straight. ’cause, ya know, Bey is kinda rugged, and as I sit here typing, I am sporting a crew-cut, jeans, Docs, and a “legalize gay” t-shirt. What we came up with is people are attracted to who they are attracted to; and look how they look. And the two have no necessary correlation.
Also, he has decided to call me “Butch” and his father “Tinkerbell”, cause, well, he is our kid.