That's harsh to get triggered over a stain. My mother would starch the hell out of my shirts and the collars were so hard I thought that I would cut my neck, I hated that. Till this day nothing gets starched. If I had to wear one I would not be able to think.
Are you talking about gay families. If are then back in the '60s and '70s there weren't such things. Just 2 faggots walking together. When I'm in the village I see guys with kids. Being LGBT there is just as normal as being straight. Times are changing in a lot of places. You still have some redneck areas in the city.
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