I have just learned that I have a homosexual grandson. Technically he’s not my grandson, but anyway that’s not importnant. Certaintly, it was a disappointment. I feel like I’ve been robbed of great grandchildren, but of he has decided to lead a homosexual lifesyle, isn’t it my responsibility to love him? Because, if they are born that way, they have no choice but to be true to themselves. Josh, Josh, stand up. Stand up. This is my Josh. He is homosexual, and I love him. Which is what God would want, and if it isn’t what God would want, then he or she could stick it.
(Source: hurwitzs, via prideofportree)