You all go to school with my son, Rocket. You may think it’s a little weird that I’m writing you this letter, but I gotta ask you for a favor…a big one…and I really mean it from the bottom of my heart…please stop fucking with my son because he likes cute, fluffy things.
Indeed he likes cute, fluffy things, including but not limited to puppies, kittens, bunnies, seals, tigers, bears and babies. Sometimes he plays with dolls. He doesn’t mind the occasional lavender accessory. This is who he is, children, and it would be great if you could please stop pointing out to him the pink ribbing on his favorite jacket, or the kitten on his new shirt, which he proudly chose himself. Please stop teasing. Stop taunting. Stop making him come home with his head hung low and his heart breaking and his whole young mind questioning his value as a person because he’s different from the other boys and the other boys and girls tease him for his love of cute, fluffy things…”mama, they didn’t think my seal was cute during show-and-tell. They didn’t. They said it was a girl toy.”
Now I know you didn’t all start out this way and I don’t hold it against you. I know you weren’t BORN with clearly articulated, archaic and false gender definitions, and I know that people you really love and respect are telling you that certain things are for boys and others are for girls, etc., and you are a little sponge, soaking these things up. And maybe you once tried to play with a certain toy and somebody said to you “that toy is for a GIRL! or BOY!” and you felt silly and wrong and ashamed. But let me be the first to tell you that whoever told you those things is a homophobe of limited mental capacity and most likely an indiscriminate asshole. Maybe you’ll discover that on your own when you’re about 16. Or you won’t, in which case you’ll perpetuate this crap in your own offspring.
Either way, please cut my son some slack. I mean, that stuffed white seal was DAMN CUTE. And you know it.
Can’t we all just get along?
For some reason, this is the song that comes to mind right now…guess because it’s a just song about being fucked with. And the way we just gotta move on…ya know?