How many times was I going to have to tell her? Our kid just doesn't want to be a boy. Fifteen years old and he's already more interested in wearing his sister's clothes than his own. Right now, my wife is upstairs trying to explain to him that he has to wear pants because he has a penis. I suppose I'm going to have to go up there and pull them apart in a few minutes. I may be the drunk, but Lillian is definitely the child-abuser. I still remember the look on her face when I told her that putting the toddler in dresses when he was bad was going to turn him into a fag. Now look what she's done. Poor fucker feels so bad about himself all the time that he thinks a dress is where he's meant to be. I figure he might grow out of it right about the time he grows out of our house and into a life on his own.
If he doesn't? Hey, I'm sure he'll find a nice group of friends who accept him.
What was that? Open-minded for a drunk, you say? Well, sure. I've got a PhD in Literary Criticism. Got to have an open mind to find the words to put other people down with, Friend. |
