Today, my 11 year old nephew came home from school crying. Apparently, he said he liked boys and several kids called him a faggot. I tried to comfort him, saying he was no such thing. And you know what he said? “I’m not crying for me. They just called me faggot. I’m crying for them cause they don’t understand love, and that’s sad.”
I’ve never been so fucking proud of anyone in my life.