![]() ![]() Didn’t I have a job, pay taxes, own a house, watch football, eat a burger, and cheat at Monopoly-just like a straight person? Didn’t I love, laugh, and live-just like a straight person? The only difference was that I went home with another gay man at the end of the night. Just like being gay was no different from being straight. Just like having a gay son would be just like having a straight son. In everything else, having a pink sheep would be just like having a white sheep. Being different from everyone else was tough, and this little pink sheep was courageous for being pink and proud of it. ![]() I stroked the sheep’s furry little body and sympathized with him. ![]() It must be hard to be a pink sheep in among all those white sheep. Wasn’t he afraid that being pink made him a sheep to be ridiculed? Didn’t all the other sheep tease him and hurt him for not being white? What did a pink sheep have to be so happy about? The sheep looked so happy, it was suspicious. I ran my hands over the fluffy wool and checked out the pink cartoon sheep embroidered into the corner. ![]()
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