A conversation unfolded randomly at dinner 2 weeks ago.
As it does, the weekend after Mardi Gras.
The Artist is homophobic. Badly.
So apparently on Saturday during breakfast at the Chez when I was sweating it out with my homies on the spin bike a conversation eventuated about being gay.
Miss9 asked whether The Artist would let her be gay if she decided she wanted to be.
The Artist replied by asking whether she likes boys or girls?
Miss9 responded that currently she likes boys but that could change and then she could like girls one day.
The Artist again asked whether she liked boys or girls?
After much up and down, Miss9 responded that at the end of the day she’d like a choice. Her choice. Just a choice. Either way.
From the mouths of babes.
Let people choose.
It’s not such a big deal.