Ignorance
A story I love to tell is about my child and when I took him to a pride festival. He was probably about eight years of age and when we entered the event we were greeted by men holding hands with men, women with women and even elegant cross dressers and transvestites. I consider myself a very tolerant person but I couldn't help but look. "Wow, look at those guys." I thought, or "man, he is a good looking woman, check out the size of those hands though." My son on the other hand entered the event and went straight for a sticker table festooning himself with ribbons and stickers. The moral of the story is that he didn't see a thing. He didn't see two men hug or two women kiss. He didn't see the awkward transsexual or the flamboyant queen. All he saw was an opportunity to score some cool stickers and pins. Maybe snag some carnival beads. I tell this story because it is an example of how much a parents attitudes are reflected by their children.