I love this.
gaywrites:

Remember the personal essay that circulated a while back about the mom whose young son was clearly in love with Blaine from Glee?

That little boy has since surprised his family and friends with an announcement confirming everyone’s suspicions, surprising considering he’s only 7:

I was in another room alone (I thought), explaining, “We’re not saying he’s straight, and we’re not saying he’s gay. We’re saying we love who he is,” when my son’s voice piped up behind me.

“Yes, I am,” he said.

“Am what, baby?” I asked.

“Gay. I’m gay.”

My world paused for a moment, and I saw the “geez, Mom, didn’t you know that already?” look on my son’s face.

I got off the phone and leaned down to eye level with him and rubbed my nose against his. “I love you so much.”

Read the rest of the Huffington Post article for his mom’s reaction to this announcement and its constant reiterations. She’s characterizing his announcement in the best way I can imagine. The story is heartwarming and inspiring, and you won’t regret reading it. 

Let’s all stop being so shitty to each other.

gaywrites:

Watch this right now. TW: self-harm, bullying. 

Oh you have no idea how overjoyed I am to receive such exquisitely inane spam at this particular point in the whole of time! Any other day might have seen me click “block” with careless abandon—exactly what I’ll be doing in just a few short minutes to the identical canned meat resting patiently below this turd in my inbox—but not with this rusty jewel, not today. 

Today, I feel a deep, inescapable urge to respond to the no one responsible for generating this tiny taste of the brainless gruel that fuels so much of our despicable existence. Today, I am brimming with such indescribable generosity that I cannot ignore even you, “Anonymous”, you—the absurd symbol of a not so clever marketing ploy designed to snag the lonely and the lustful. But really, how could I? 

How could I ignore the infinite, inexorable rush of false promises, fabricated desires, deceitful solutions, impractical worries, and general idiocy which defines so very much of every connection of so many of us with the world at large? This all-pervasive disingenuous sludge which washes over everything and forces it’s way into even the deepest crevice of my psyche with the efficiency of an angry river carving out a path through sand and rock, how can I ignore it? How?