I’ve been thinking about what it means to grow up loved. Not conditionally. Not “if you behave.” Not “if you meet expectations.” Just loved—for being.
When a child is raised in love—whether by gay, queer, or straight parents—they’re not just being cared for, they’re being shaped. They’re learning how to give love freely and, just as importantly, how to receive it. And that shapes the world we all live in.
What matters isn’t the label of who’s doing the loving. It’s the love itself. Real love doesn’t discriminate. It doesn’t ask for credentials. It just shows up. And when it does, it plants the seeds for a more open, kind, and emotionally healthy generation.
Who are we, really, to decide what the next generation should look like? Our job isn’t to shape them in our image. It’s to give them solid ground, emotional safety, and the freedom to become something better. That begins with love.
We all know love is the strongest thing we’ve got. It can’t be undone the way respect or attention can. It lingers, even when it shifts or hurts. So in the short time we each get here, why not do some real good? Why not lead with that kind of love?
Let’s stop limiting each other. Because when we do that, we’re only shrinking our own capacity to grow. It’s just how I see the world right now. I’m trying to be better. And I hope we all try—together.
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