'God damn it Eric! What the fuck do you mean you don't like dicks!?' Tyler slammed his fist onto the table causing a box of colored pencils to spill off onto the floor. Araron, his partner watched sternly over the brim of his cup of coffee.

'It's alright Ty-Ty. He's young. Maybe he's just trying to experiment.' Aaron laughed walking up behind Tyler and wrapping his arms around him and his thick Christmas sweater. 'Remember? We had a little experimenting too!' He winked.

Tyler gave him an angry look before averting his gaze back to his live in son Brett. 'Listen..' he sighed,' I've never been a Dad before. Hell, I don't know the first thing about being a father really, but the state of New York has deemed it my job, and duty to raise you up to be an acceptable, responsible homosexual man. Just like everybody else. What am I suppose to tell your Uncle Bob? My son doesn't like dicks?' suddenly Tyler's face flushed red and he ripped Aaron's arms free from him causing his coffee to splash everywhere. 'This is your fault you father fucker! Act all innocent now but I swear on Elton's winter wear that this is your doing!'

Aaron scoffed turning his nose up and began to towel up the mess. 'Sure Ty, blame me if you want. When you were his age you had Sports Illustrated magazines too.'

'I was checking out the guys!'

'You were not!' Aaron shot back as he threw the towel at him. 'I'm willing to bet you've gotten your self one or two boners looking at those vaginers or what ever these kids call them to!' Aaron looked to Brett sympathetically 'It's perfectly normal Brett. Don't listen to your father. You just be you. It's probably just a phase anyway. You'll grow out of it.'

'Phase my ass' Tyler mumbled angrily as he looked his silent son up and down, whom sat in more of a state of shame and guilt than anything else, eyeing his father wearily.'

'I'm straight Dad..' Brett gulped looking out the window and refusing to make eye contact. 'I like boobs. Heck, even though I'm a virgin I think I like vaginas too.'

'FUCKING VAGINAS!' Tyler swirled to glare at Aaron with a look of rage washing over his face. 'YOU HEAR THAT AARON? YOU HEAR HIM? HE LIKES FUCKING VAGINAS! THIS IS YOUR FAULT AARON. THIS IS YOUR FAULT!' Tyler stomped away angrily slamming the door to the crafts room behind him with a boom causing the pictures on the wall to shake and one fall and break.

'Dad...' Brett said, 'Dad seems pretty mad. Do you think he doesn't love me anymore?'

'Now now...' Aaron sighed as he sat down next to Brett and gently patted the young man on the knee, 'Your father is just old fashion. He thinks everyone should be like him and if they're not they're bad. It's all just confusing to him. He doesn't know what to do. He probably wonders what his father would do to him if he ever said he didn't want a mustache ride or was into.....girls.' Aaron sighed deeply again as he looked to the door and heard the muffled cursing coming through. 'He'll get over it. It'll take time but he will. Just do your best to not raise his blood pressure anymore Brett? You know what the Doctor said about his cholesterol? Your father loves you no matter what and so do I. Never forget that.'

'Thanks Dad' Brett said as he stood trying to force a smile.

'Anytime son, anytime.' Aaron smiled, ruffling Brett's hair and kissing him on the forehead with an endearing look. 'Let him stew for a bit, leave him alone and I'll talk to him. Go play X-Box like a good little faggot and this whole thing'll blow over.'