For years, my sister would tell me stories about working in healthcare. It always fascinated me and sparked my love for it. Now I can share my own stories and we can bond over medical stuff which I just think is pretty neat.
Listen, idk how many times I gotta say it but: I was raised by straight people, taught by straight people, almost entirely surrounded by straight people when I was a kid and despite all of that I turned out to be a big ole f*ggot, so good luck to you and yours!
Imagine you're dating Donald Trump, and you want to bring him to meet your parents.
Mom: Isn't he the one who was found guilty of rape?
You: He wasn't guilty of rape; he was just found liable for sexually assaulting a woman.
Mom: What's the difference?
You: Well, the woman said she couldn't tell if it was his penis or a finger that he jammed inside of her without asking.
*Awkward silence*
Mom: Well, what about these classified documents he stole?
You: Oh, he says that's OK because he declassified them with his mind. And the Presidential Records Act says he can take whatever he wants.
Mom: That doesn't sound right.
*Awkward silence*
Mom: What about that whole coup thing?
You: The media is being totally unfair. He even tweeted once asking them to treat the police nicely!!!
Mom: But...
You: Look, if Mike Pence had done what he was supposed to do, everything would have been fine!
*Awkward silence*
Mom: And the Georgia trial...
You: Fani Willis was sleeping with Nathan Wade!!!
Mom: So that means he didn't conspire to change the election?
You: MOM!!!! You just hate everyone I bring home!
Mom: But the porn star thing...
You: I just KNEW you were going to bring THAT up!!!
*Very long, and very awkward silence*
Mom: So does he have any food allergies I should know about?
If you can't bring him home for dinner, you shouldn't make him President.