intergenerational

Cakes

My wife and I bought a cake for my son Aaron the night he came out to us. We were proud that he was confident enough to own his identity, so we celebrated. But when he told me, at age sixteen and a half, that he wanted to have sex with me…well, there was no cake, and no celebration.

Knows Best

The problem with Dad is that he’s so good at hiding it. When Mom’s around, Dad never gives his son a nod or a wink or any indication of anything. Even when his boy prances around in his little blue shorts, Dad never lets on that he’s got a boner growing inside his pants.

Biology Lesson

Just after the final bell rang and we’d all scuttled into our seats Mr. Christianson shut and locked the classroom door. That was strange.