A.I.R. for Gay Teens (Because we want to help you breathe.)
An important message to GAY KIDS in RUSSIA…
To young LGBT kids in RUSSIA: I am begging you, please DO NOT answer any personal ads at this time. Do not agree to meet with strangers, no matter how much they sound like “the perfect guy” or “the perfect girl”. There is a hate group there who is targeting gay kids in Russia, especially kids in their TEEN YEARS, and again, I beg of you to not meet with any strangers at this time. It is dangerous and I don’t want you to be hurt, EVER! I am not going to post the news articles about this with this text post, because the articles are terribly upsetting. Just please only meet with friends who you ALREADY KNOW IN PERSON- IN REAL LIFE- like from school, until these monsters are no longer a threat to you. If you want to learn more about this, you can send me a message right here on Tumblr. I am an American gay rights activist, but I care about YOU TOO. Please protect yourselves, okay? And please pass this message along to all of your friends so that they will know how to keep safe. Hugs and love, ~Gwen the Gay Kids’ DenMom <3
"Parents need to be more accepting of who their kids are and less concerned about who society thinks they need to be." -Neil Patrick Harris
"Mom, Dad- I like… purple."
"Mom, Dad- I like… purple."
Hayden, a 16-year-old teenager, cute as a button, begins to speak to his parents… Hayden is sitting on a couch, and his parents are sitting in wooden chairs turned toward Hayden at a table in the same room. The parents are dressed very conservatively, in their “Sunday best” and Hayden is dressed in sort of, Hollister/Abercrombie & Fitch style clothes. His hair is perfect- and modern.
Hayden: Mom, Dad… There’s something I have to tell you, and… I know you’re not going to like it, but I need you to just, please, hear me out, okay? Just listen to me…
Mom: What is it, son?
Hayden fidgets, trying to find the right words…
Hayden: Well, the thing is… I like…
(parents look very focused on what he is about to say, and a little fearful)
Hayden: …purple. I like purple. There. I said it.
Dad: Oh, dear GOD!
Dad throws his hands up in the air, stands up and starts kind of pacing in anger.
Hayden: Dad, I’m sorry. Please don’t be upset with me. I can’t help it.
Mom: Was it… something we did? Where did we go wrong with you, son? I mean, it’s just not normal for a boy to like purple.
Dad (loudly): In THIS house, the men like BLUE. We have always liked blue, and no son of mine is going to like purple! Purple is… it’s just weird. It’s weird that you like purple. How could you even stand to look at it? There must be something wrong with you, boy. When did this start?
Hayden (clearly upset): Dad- Mom- I just… I don’t even know how it happened. I just woke up one day and realized that I really liked looking at purple. I’m like, attracted to that color, I guess… and I am sooo sorry, because, like, I know that you guys have always thought that blue is my favorite color. You painted my room blue when I was a baby… my clothes were blue… I was just like all the other boys in this town who like blue… but… I just… I’m sorry- I don’t really LIKE blue. It just doesn’t turn me on.
Mom (angrily): Language!
Hayden rolls his eyes.
Hayden: Sorry, mom. I mean… Actually… I’m sorry I even told you.
Dad: You SHOULD be! And I don’t want you telling anybody else about this either- EVER! Do you understand me?
Hayden: Yeah, dad. I got it. Loud and clear, sir.
Mom: There are places you can go for this…
Hayden: God- Mom, NO!
Mom: Don’t take the Lord’s name in vain, young man.
Hayden: Sorry, mom. But I don’t need help to stop liking purple. Jesus… I will just… *sigh*… I will just try as hard as I can to like blue from now on like everybody else does.
Mom gives a scolding look for saying “Jesus”.
Dad: Damn right, you will!
Hayden (stands up, looking frustrated): Now that I think about it… I think I will dye my fucking hair blue!
Hayden (continues): …and my skin too! I can turn myself into a GODDAMN SMURF just to make sure that everybody in this podunk little town knows that someone like me would never, EVER, like purple!
Mom: Uh!!! Hayden! LANGUAGE!!!
Hayden (angry): Mom, they are just WORDS. Aaaaa… (frustated)… Damn it! I can’t say anything right. Why can’t you guys just listen to what I am trying to tell you without constantly correcting me me?! Why are you trying to change me?!
Dad: Calm down!
Hayden (yelling) I AM FUCKING CALM! I am so fucking calm that I could just fall over from how fucking calm I am right now. Maybe YOU GUYS are the ones who need to calm down. Stop trying so hard to control me! YES! I fucking like purple! In fact, I have ALWAYS liked purple. I was attracted to purple before I even knew my ABC’s! And I don’t give a FUCK about blue! I’m sorry, Mom but it’s true.
Dad: Well- like I said… No son of mine…
Hayden: What? No son of yours- WHAT?! What, Dad?
Dad: Well… just… you like blue. End of story.
Mom: What does that mean, son?
Hayden: Never mind.