I found this on Tumblr this morning and really liked it, so I thought I would share.
“If my son were gay, I’d slap him With a nice high five. Because coming out to your dad, Takes balls that most men don’t have. If my son were gay, I’d beat the hell out of him. Because he said he was better than me At Super Smash. (He basically was asking For me to kick his ass.) If my son were gay, I’d kick him out of the house. Because why waste June on video games, When there are sports to be played? And just because he likes making out with boys, Doesn’t mean he can’t tackle the shit out of them, too. If my son were gay, I’d call him a douche. But only because this morning, He ate the last peanut butter cup in the house. (The jerk knows they’re my favorite.) If my son were gay, I’d still give him the talk. I just wouldn’t have to worry about a baby in nine months. If my son were gay, I’d make fun of what he wears. Because damn, son, Those heels don’t go with that dress. If my son were gay, I’d tell him to be proud. Because you’re human no matter the gender On the other side of your mouth. If my son were gay, Nothing would be different at all. Except that twenty years down the line, I’ll be expecting a handsome son-in-law.”