“Aw, you let him play with dolls??? … cute.”
So supposedly by letting him play with dolls confuses him, it could make him gay and it could also make him a cross dresser dammed to enteral hell.
I’m just here to say that when my doll loving, cross dressing, gay bopping confused son grows up – I’ll be unbelievably proud with the fact I allowed him to be who he wanted to be, not what society said he should be.
I’ve been asked before “would you have an issue if either of your boys grew up gay?”
My answer is, I grew them, I birthed them, I rocked them, I fed them, and I love the bones of them. I know what makes them tick, I know what makes them laugh and I know how to soothe them. It wouldn’t matter if they felt attractive in a pretty pink dress, it absolutely wouldn’t phase me if they fell in love with another man, because they’re my boys. 
Homosexuality isn’t a choice, It isn’t a illness and it isn’t shameful. 
It is beautiful, it is pure and it is NORMAL!
I will continue to raise the future husbands and Dads of this world, and if they end up gay – well fuck me won’t we be proud that they made a choice to live their life and not hide the path they’re so desperate to follow.
We don’t own them, we are just they’re care takers until they’re ready to spread their wings and fly. It’s not our place to suppress a bloody thing, and I’m in love with the idea that one day they’ll thank us for that.