I once saw him in Georgetown pushing a stroller. I pray to God that wasn't his kid.
I can only imagine the indignity a child would suffer, finding out one of his parents is a sodomite.
The fella who lives next door to me “discovered” he was gay as a married father and moved in with his boyfriend. Recently, when his mother died, two of his three kids showed up to their grandmother's funeral, and I've never seen any of the three at any time.
It's disgusting how selfish people can be, shirking obligations to pursue their own sordid desires.
“I once saw him in Georgetown pushing a stroller. I pray to God that wasn’t his kid.”
In the ‘80s, he was on the same Sitmar cruise we were on. We assumed the woman he was with was his wife; they seemed very happy.
I recently got into a disagreement on FR about homosexuality being inborn or a learned trait. I believe that it is an addiction. Just as strong as alcohol, nicotine or cocaine.