“We all know the fate that awaits mothers of heterosexual sons. After straight boys learn how to order pizza, Mom becomes an abstraction…. But gay men, whole other story. And that story is “Auntie Mame.” Suddenly the maternal presence is a showstopping diva in chinchilla fitting a Benson Hedges into a 2-foot cigarette holder and zinging everyone in sight with one-liners…”

You have no idea how much I want this to be me. I am going to do everything in my power to have multiple gay sons. I’m blasting Liza into my womb via headphones at least 3 times a week. I also read somewhere once that lots of soy products lead to swishy sons. Welp, looks like I’ll be guzzling 9000 gallons of Silk.

(thank you for the article Andrew. Can you be my gay son?)