Runaway Bride

Disclaimer: In this entry, all names have been abbreviated to protect the innocent. Namely, me.

I got to talk to my ex, R, who happens to know this guy I know. Anyway, I heard, this guy, A, was recently kicked out of his house by his parents because he was gay. According to R, A’s mom suspected the kid of being gay, and most probably she caught him smuggling guys to his room. Indeed, this seems likely because the bastard can be pretty horny when he wants to.

Anyway, the mom told the dad, and he beat the shit out of A and kicked him out. I think the guy he smuggled (when mommy dearest caught him) was J (not J from previous entries), this good friend of mine. I’m not sure if it’s J, but I’m guessing it is.

Now A is hopping from one house to another. He even asked me last week, but I had to decline because it was my prelims in school, and I had to study. It’s really sad, because he had to be kicked out of his house just for being gay.

I know a lot of people are against homosexuality, and personally, I don’t see why. For me, homosexuality is just a preference for people of the same sex.

That’s just it – a preference. It’s exactly the same as preferring pizza over vegetables. Same with orientation. I prefer guys over girls. Nothing wrong there.

When I talked about my sexuality with my mom and my aunt, I was glad they understood (took some time, but I’m happy they got the hang of having a gay kid). Their initial reaction was disappointment, but at least they were open to my side, unlike A’s parents.

I presented my case (the one mentioned above), and they were mature enough to accept it. Also, I listened to their side and tried my best to understand. For the parents, the hang up of having a gay kid is of course, is ending up with a genetic dead end. But then, hey, there are some straight people who don’t have kids. And I don’t see parents complaining (well not too much) about them.

Until now I don’t get the point of being mad about having a homo as a son. If you can’t accept it, at least tolerate it.

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