it’s because i encourage the behavior in the hopes that it will make them comfortable with questioning authority.

i feel like i have some sort of social responsibility as the gay grand uncle to foster healthy chaos that leads to deeper understanding in my family’s younger generations whenever i can and force their maga-sympathetic parents to question their views in the context of their own children and the shitty future that they’re creating for them by voting for people like trump. (and also force open their minds so they won’t react as badly as my parents did when their own children come out to them).

i’m sort of like a reverse racist uncle that no one wants at thanksgiving; except that the kids love me because of all the chaos and their parents are sick of my “commie bullshit” and the best part is that i’ll always have a seat at the table because their grandma wants me there and knows how to twist her children’s arms into making it happen, just like our mother did to us with her “commie, art-freak” friends and to my father’s chagrin. lol