I'll just leave this here.
This is awesome. I'm personally a straight male, but I don't care if my friends are gay or bisexual or anything else. If you're different from me, that just means that we have more interesting things to talk about, does it not?
I'm really glad that this dad was so open to his son being gay, +1 for this dad. I wish that all parents would be so accepting of their children, no matter who their children are.
I, surprisingly, actually have a happy, although it started out as a major sad. For those of you who don't know (I don't talk about it much) I have depression. Last night, I went to a friend's birthday/halloween party, but about halfway through I just went outside and sat down out of sight of the windows and just stared off into the distance. I don't know how long I was doing that, but eventually one of my friends (not the one who's birthday it was, another one) came out and asked what was up. We talked for a little bit (she knows I'm depressed and probably knows more about me than anyone else), and suddenly I something inside me seemed to break. I put my head between my knees and started to cry. I don't remember exactly what I said, all I know is that in that moment, I just wished I was dead, that I could just die and nobody would care. I basically just poured out my heart to this person while they tried to comfort me and make me feel better. After I finally calmed down I felt drained, emotionally and physically, but today I actually feel better than I have in almost a year.
I'm just happy that I have a friend who didn't run from me, who stayed with me when I was at my lowest and tried to help, and who was there for me when I needed them the most. I'm glad that someone finally understands me and doesn't hate me for it. And I'm happy that I feel better and am grateful to them for trying to help me, despite me having told them repeatedly they couldn't and that there was no point.