See, who's "fault" is that, though? Let me give you an example.
Let's say you have a son, Junior Maxey. You raise him to be a fine upstanding citizen. In high school, he was on the honor roll, captain of the football team, & voted Homecoming King. He was polite, & never got in trouble with the law. You just know he's going to make some young woman very happy, & raise a fine family some day.
Now he's off to college. He calls you before Christmas vacation & says that he has met someone very special, & asks if he can invite them to spend Christmas with your family. Overjoyed for your son, you say of course it's ok to bring her along & to tell you all about her. Your son then says "Actually, dad, HIS name is Daniel. I met him in my government course. He wants to go into law. He's a great guy & we have a lot in common & I know you & Mom will really like him."
The ball is now in Papa Maxey's court. Junior is still the same guy he has always been. Fine, upstanding, polite, etc. He's now entrusted you with some very important information about himself. The poor kid is on the edge of his seat wondering how you will react. How would you respond?
I would be disappointed, but no hatred. Hopefully he can redecorate Maxey Estates, or help me pick out a fabulous fall ensemble. Or perhaps help install the replacement disco ball.
Or teach me some better stereotypes.
If musically talented, perhaps he can help me find a replacement band member. We have a person that raises cattle, an off duty DEA Officer, a bass player of Native American decent, a member of a local motorcycle club, a construction worker, and a former Navy Seal. We just need an interior decorator and we can tour San Francisco or perhaps Dallas or Fargo. No more Flautists, however.
I would be far more upset if he bought a Japanese motorcycle rather than an American bike like a Cleveland or an Indian.
Truthfully, I do not know how I would feel or react. I'll let you know after the deprogramming sessions. Shocked and bothered that he was gay, I guess, and if I am to be honest. Perhaps I would banish him forever, I do not know.
Fortunately, my sperm is 100% male: I like guns, whiskey, cigars, red heads, bikes, fast cars, grease, oil, banjos, big manly amps, frisky groupies, high octane women, and other male stereotypes.
Oddly, I absolutely adore the scent of Lavender, it is to die for; and I tend to be neat and tidy. And I must say, I have started reading GQ Magazine, but only for the ads and articles. Does that mean I am turning Metro whatever it is called? I also know about color and design and what a Canap