My Dad was:
A Fireman
A State and county fire marshal
A Cop
A EMT
And that is just the basic jobs he had.
Yet he owned pink shirts. And wore them proudly. Because they color of your clothes doesn't mean what kind of person you are. Majority of my clothes is black. Yet I am probably the most bubbliest happy person around.
My 2nd oldest brother has a shaved head piercings tattoos and wears leather jackets and leather boots. Yet he is a HUGE D&D dork who collects Star Wars toys.
One of my earliest memories of knowing my sexuality was when my crush (a guy) wore pink socks for breast cancer awareness in grade 5, don’t know why it was so attractive
A Fireman
A State and county fire marshal
A Cop
A EMT
And that is just the basic jobs he had.
Yet he owned pink shirts. And wore them proudly. Because they color of your clothes doesn't mean what kind of person you are. Majority of my clothes is black. Yet I am probably the most bubbliest happy person around.
My 2nd oldest brother has a shaved head piercings tattoos and wears leather jackets and leather boots. Yet he is a HUGE D&D dork who collects Star Wars toys.