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From the Huffington Post Dear hypothetically gay son, You're gay. Obviously you already know that, because you told us at the dinner table last night. I apologize for the awkward silence afterwards, but I was chewing. It was like when we're at a restaurant and the waiter comes up mid-bite and asks how the meal is, only in this metaphor you are the waiter, and instead of asking me about my meal, you said you were gay. I don't know why I needed to explain that. I think I needed to find a funny way to repeat the fact that you're gay... because that is what it sounds like in my head right now: "My son is gay. My son is gay. My son is gay." Let me be perfectly clear: I love you. I will always love you. Since being gay is part of who you are, I love that you're gay. I'm just trying to wrap my head around the idea. If you sensed any sadness in my silence last night, it was because I was surprised that I was surprised. Ideally, I would have already known. Since you were an embryo, my intent has always been to really know you for who you are and not who I expect you to be. And yet, I was taken by surprise at last night's dinner. Have I said "surprise" enough in this paragraph? One more time: Surprise! OK. Let's get a few things straight about how things are going to be. Our home is a place of safety and love. The world has dealt you a difficult card. While LGBT people are becoming more accepted, it is still a difficult path to walk. You're going to experience hate and anger and misunderstandings about who you are out in the world. That will not happen here. You need to know with every fiber of who you are that when you walk in the front door of your home, you are safe, and you are loved. Your mother is in complete agreement with me on this. I am still, as always, your biggest defender. Just because you're gay doesn't mean you're any less capable of taking care of and defending yourself. That said, if you need me to stand next to you or in front of you, write letters, sign petitions, advocate, or anything else, I am here. I would go to war for you. If you're going to have boys over, you now need to leave your bedroom door open. Sorry, kiddo. Them's the breaks. I couldn't have girls in my room with the door shut, so you don't get to have boys. You and I are going to revisit that talk we had about safe sex. I know it's going to be awkward for both of us, but it is important. I need to do some research first, so let's give it a few weeks. If you have questions or concerns before then, let me know. That's enough for now. Feel free to view this letter as a contract. If I ever fail to meet any of the commitments made herein, pull it out and hold me to account. I'll end with this: You are not broken. You are whole, and beautiful. You are capable and compassionate. You and your sister are the best things I have ever done with my life, and I couldn't be prouder of the people you've become. Love, Dad

Well I knew where to look, but I'm not sure why it's unlisted.

! I know Tyler from way back. I haven't seen him in years, and the other day I was hanging out with a friend of mine who told me he saw Tyler in a Kindle commercial, so I dug around for it online. It's so cool. I looked more into his portfolio and ended up discovering this little clip as well. He's the blonde one. Really evokes some raw emotion doesn't it? Love it lots.

and learn to squat poop

One of the proudest moments of my life....as Kirby. A friend of mine laid out a challenge a couple of years ago - anyone who can beat him in SSB best 2 outta 3 gets to pick and keep one item of his personal belonging, minus his car. The whole time we were in school, it never happened mostly because after a while people just lost interest and his circle of friends wasn't unbounded by any means...some dudes are just inexplicably talented at random things like this. He's really not that good at anything else. Anyways I was one of the few who managed 1 outta 3 after i dont even know how many attempts. Still, it was so f*cking glorious, it was the closest I've ever come to jizzing my pants from a video game. It got him to pick up my tab that night.

but he/she is going to Hawaii....

only if you can use chopsticks

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YCiY1y3uJ3o&feature=youtu.be&fb_source=message I'll call him maybe

aw sorry ur life didn't work out J. maybe next time

Didn't I already? Anywayys, I thought I deleted that comment before you answered...weird. Wasn't wanting to derail the thread. Back on topic. I wasn't too thrilled with NBC's coverage, I'm not sure if it's the first time it's ever been this bad or I've just never noticed before. But London did good. You don't organize an event of this magnitude by not having some wits about you. Glad to see nothing catastrophic occurred and I'm happy for all the medal winners. Rio's gonna be so different. #wonderswhattomdaleywilllooklikeat22

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Somebody's delusional

hh5...you talk too much just post up a hot guy like the rest of us and find something witty to say about his bulge.

Oh......I thout you meant something different when you said something had slipped out, I mean since you just mentioned having been in the water and all...

Only fags wear Goochee

and your alma mater wasssss........... and you've metttttttt........

Hey, maybe someone someday may benefit from it. Can't always use your life as the right assessment can we, boyfriend?

She just trapped herself in a lose-lose situation. 1) the bullying doesn't stop or gets worse 2) the bullying stops but she just rid herself the opportunity to grow some real gnads. One of the most amazing girls I knew in school wasn't exactly the most beautiful but she was a f*cking incredible person...like...I was stunned at how capable she was...captain of her club sport, in a top sorority, had social commitments up the ass but maintained a 3.9 gpa, now going to a major med school. Those things didn't come by her having focused on some physical fault and letting that eat up her whole esteem. This 14 year old little girl needs to get a life going based on something other than her newfound looks, which honestly still isn't that great.

Ahem. \m/ dat's right

How dare she leave on the chicken skin, the sandwich crust, and pulp in my glass of OJ. The nerve of moms these days.

It's called I've-never-gotten-laid-and-I-don't-plan-on-it-ever.

Boy hospitalized after a 4-day Xbox marathon Natural selection's way of weeding out idiots in this world. I say play on.

Well, I was just about all packed and ready to go...but if it was just a joke, I guess I'll put away my bag of goodies

The only reason he may be remembered for that is because the media has made it a point to permanently ingrain that in everyone's mind.