It’s hard enough for Black boys today. This kid needs a James Evans, Sr. dad. Instead he gets a virtue-signaling, pasty-White, no-testosterone, ultra-cuck, fake Jew, ultraleft, Sodomite-groomer moonbat. Child abuse, plain and simple.
It’s about having a dancing little friend in his briefs. It wants to extend itself, say “Say hello to my leetle friend!” Today tractors, tomorrow he’ll want to park his tractor in a smooth, wet tool shed.