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I will check here often since I see nifty is not getting updated as much on FSB. All too often parents and others whom the boys look up to and listen to, use the wrong words around them which can make the boy feel that he is not worthy of their love or attention because they say things like, you did bad, or you were bad, instead of clearly sayin the behavior was bad, but he is still a good boy and loved. That when they mess up, what they did was wrong or bad, but they are not bad. That they are loved unconditionally for whom they are, not for how they act or what they do or dont do. To know that they are never too old for a hug or to snuggle or cuddle if that is what they feel they need and want. I was so proud, but explained that fighting is not the answer, and that I was disappointed he did not find another way or tell me about the bully.īoys need positive attention and love. But he had no problem throwing down with a bigger kid if he had to, I had to take a day off because he got into a fight with a 5th grader that was picking on him, and he stood up to him. It sunk in and the boys were very kind and protective of Nicky, whenever he needed it. Some had questions and I just told them that everyone is different and special, and if we accept each other for whom they are, then they and us can all be happier and better friends. The best part was the other boys accepted him for whom he was. He started to outgrow the sissy side when he was getting as much attention and positive reinforcement doing normal boy stuff instead of just as a princess. He loved fishing and roughhousing, and even working on my truck with me, even in the dirt or grease, but he had his princess and even at time sissy side that came out.
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I think when he was younger he was only told he was pretty and I believe the princess part came from his home life growing up with only his mom, her friend and several older girls. I also told them that clothes do not make the man or boy, its what is inside that matters, and if they like blue, red, pink or purple, it does not change hwo I see them, and if someone does not like them because of their clothes or being emotional, than that person is not a true friend and not to worry about the loss. I told them they coudl just be themselves and I did not care if they were straight, gay, bi or unsure. That included all the good things and even the bad things that happened. When I did fostercare, I always told my boys that I accepted and loved them for whom they were.
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Boys or anyone for that matter, should be able to be themselves, freely and accepted and loved for it. I don’t remember what brought it on, but across that fence, she showed me hers and I showed her mine. We were talking across the chain-link fence that separated our two yards.
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She was a few years younger than I was, and I guess she was kinda cute. " I've heard wonderful things of The Trevor Project," he wrote, "who provide a 24/7 suicide and crisis prevention hotline for LGBTQ youth.I agree. My story involves the girl next door, literally. He was appreciative, at first, but then suggested a better use of well-wishers' funds: Giving to a charitable organization. We talked for a bit while finishing our dinner about how I can't emphasize enough that I love him regardless of which gender he loves etc."Ĭountless Redditors were bestowing gold (fictitious currency) onto the dad. " even started to cry on my shoulder and because of that I couldn't help myself but shed a couple tears. 'this is what happens when you piss me off' the man said. He took a knife out of his pocket and cut the sole. The man took out a knife and grabbed Charlie's left foot. This time Charlie was on his back, but he had hit his head on the wall and it hurt real bad. That night, after a few seconds of silence, the son told his father, "I'm gay." Dad got up, "and gave him a huge hug," he wrote. He grabbed Charlie and threw him on the mattress. "At this point he sort of looked at me slightly confused, I'm not 100% sure why, but I'm assuming it is because I said 'lucky person rather than lucky girl, " continued dad.Īt that point, he "dropped the conversation," but in doing so, he told his son, "Well, whoever it is, they should be so lucky to have you as a boyfriend."