I often joke that sex work is like being a nurse, a small business owner and a therapist all in one. I can take a pulse, administer first aid and talk someone down from a drug trip. But I also know when to call an ambulance, give the number to Hassle Free, or send something to my accountant, rather than dealing with it myself. Knowing the limit of your abilities is key in any profession.
A Father's Reaction to His Very Young Gay Son
Dad Accidentally Discovers Teenage Son Is Gay, Asks Reddit What to Do | E! News
The dad, who wishes to remain anonymous, wrote on Reddit that he asked his son if he could borrow his iPad in order to browse the web. His first port of call was Google. However, unless someone clears their search history, Google search results can automatically re-appear when you begin to type a similar search term. Hundreds of Reddit users responded, with a range of helpful and imaginative suggestions. Not that it matters to me. So what did the dad do? Last week, HeMeYou posted an update that has triggered an even bigger response.
Dad Accidentally Discovers His Teenage Son Is Gay, Consults Reddit on How to Respond
Over the past few months my wife, HuffPost blogger Amelia , has been asked numerous times what I think about our 7-year-old son identifying as gay. This is not something I thought I'd be writing so soon OK, honestly, I never thought I would be writing a blog on an internationally known news website. When my wife and I were expecting our first child, we discussed what we would do if he or she were born with a disability or with a foot growing out of his or her head. Dealing with a child with a disability would be a life-changing event and something that we had to think about a lot.
Any time I do something to piss off my mother, she accuses me of being like my dad. But in many ways, I confess, I am very similar to my father: We share the same appreciation for vinyl records, the same distaste for green olives, the same receding hairline, and the same ability to drive my mother crazy. Over the years, I suffered countless agonizing father-son chats in his blue Pontiac Sunbird. The one subject he never brought it up, however, was sex: All through middle school and high school I dreaded the day when he might suggest we go driving so he could lecture me on the specifics of procreation. The worst came from my friend Chester, whose father used a hot dog, a bun, and a bottle of ketchup as props to demonstrate how babies were made.