AN: This story is for EveDuncan2 who requested Johnny converse with a gay kid who has highly homophobic parents. I hope you enjoy this EveDuncan2, but if not let me know and I can try again.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything but the plot.
"So you're what? Gay? Bi? Simply curious?"
"I don't know!"
"Why don't you know? It seems like a simple enough question to me. Do you like guys? Girls? Both? Neither? Personally my mind prefers neither, but my body sometimes wants both. Stupid body." He muttered the last bit and then turned back to the kid.
He'd been walking through the park on a mission to find a mime- or at least a street performer of some kind- and hack them into pieces, place the pieces on stakes and call it art just to be funny.
But then he'd spotted this kid sitting on a bench and looking glum. Taking pity on him- he just looked so much like an older version of his little Squeegee that it near broke his heart- he had sat down next to the kid and asked what was wrong.
The answer had been a loud: "My parents are homophobic jerks!" And here they were.
"I'd never really given it much thought until recently..."
"Yes?" Nny prompted as gently as he could, sexual crises could be traumatic enough without added pressure on top of it all.
"I guess my body like guys, but my head is so full of my parents telling me it's wrong that I don't know what to do!" Patting the kid on the shoulder Nny turns them so that they can look at each other directly.
"Your parents are the by-product of a self-serving and redundant age. They were told that they had to conform in order to survive and thrive, and that any who opposed those ideals should be ridiculed.
"Now their generation's ideals are dying off and being replaced by more open-mindedness, and it frightens them. And, like any animal when faced with death, they lash out at the weakest link while trying to survive. In this case: homosexuality.
"It is the greatest expression of freedom there is, after all. The casting off of the chains of the reproductive mandate that says that we should only live to bring forth the next generation and nothing more.
"To put it simply: your parents are bitter. Deep in their hearts they long to have had the freedom of choice that your generation has now back when they were young, and they cannot stand the fact that they are too set in their ways to change; so they lash out.
"What you need to do is find your own voice, listen to those around you who are paving the future, become one of them and walk your own path. The old generation always tries to deny the new what it wants, but you just need to persevere and you can do anything, be anything.
"And now I need to go, that fake robot guy over their needs to be over come with my pickax." As he walks away he leaves a, now very thoughtful, boy sitting on the bench.
