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The cock viewing advice on turning gay is confusing.

From Dr. Dobson.

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Meanwhile, the boy's father has to do his part. He needs to mirror and affirm his son's maleness. He can play rough-and-tumble games with his son, in ways that are decidedly different from the games he would play with a little girl. He can help his son learn to throw and catch a ball. He can teach him to pound a square wooden peg into a square hole in a pegboard. He can even take his son with him into the shower, where the boy cannot help but notice that Dad has a penis, just like his, only bigger.

Based on my work with adult homosexuals, I try to avoid the necessity of a long and sometimes painful therapy by encouraging parents, particularly fathers, to affirm their sons' maleness. Parental education, in this area and all others, can prevent a lifetime of unhappiness and a sense of alienation. When boys begin to relate to their fathers, and begin to understand what is exciting, fun and energizing about their fathers, they will learn to accept their own masculinity. They will find a sense of freedom—of power—by being different from their mothers, outgrowing them as they move into a man's world. If parents encourage their sons in these ways, they will help them develop masculine identities and be well on their way to growing up straight. In 15 years, I have spoken with hundreds of homosexual men. I have never met one who said he had a loving, respectful relationship with his father.18

In 15 years, I have spoken with hundreds of homosexual men. I have never met one who said he had a loving, respectful relationship with his father.

Oh, fuck you, Dobson. Fuuuuuuck you.

I see that and I think of the show where John Barrowman was investigating the roots of his homosexuality and he showed how wonderful his relationship with his parents was.

Not that I don't personally know gay guys who love their fathers and are loved back, but it is vivid to me.

I'd love to show that quote to my hairdresser. My hairdresser who goes on cruises with his boyfriend, his dad and his mom. Every year. And his dad often comes in the shop while my hair is getting done, to just sit and chat with his son. His gay son. Dobson and his ilk make me want to puke all over their shoes.

They will find a sense of freedom—of power—by being different from their mothers, outgrowing them as they move into a man's world.

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Dobson and his ilk make me want to puke all over their shoes.

Yeah, that.

There's a smidge of selection bias in that statement -- of course, Dobson only comes into contact with self-hating Christian gays whose parents have rejected them... but there's also a big portion of unquestioning idiocy.

There's a smidge of selection bias in that statement -- of course, Dobson only comes into contact with self-hating Christian gays whose parents have rejected them... but there's also a big portion of unquestioning idiocy.

I would go so far as to suggest it says less about the gay men that Dobson associates with as it does about the fathers of gay men that Dobson associates with. (Though I am now curious whether he makes a habit of asking men, gay or straight, whether their fathers made a habit of taking them into the showers.)

I hate Dobson, and am pretty sure he is doing the Devil's work.

I was going to write a more detailed sentence or two breaking apart pieces of his nonsense, but I think that sums it all up. Rather than use my energy to scream at him and his ilk, I just write bigger checks to my church that has a dedicated LGBT ministry and is not afraid to say from the pulpit and broadcast over internet and airwaves that all are welcome in God's house.

Work is going to be rough today. As I was getting into my cube, my boss was already asking for things, and he is tilting at windmills - going up against his big boss on something for the hundredth time.

There's a smidge of selection bias in that statement -- of course, Dobson only comes into contact with self-hating Christian gays whose parents have rejected them... but there's also a big portion of unquestioning idiocy.

What Theo Said.