Worries about Sex

Yesterday I wrote a post in which I vented some angst about the possibility that Gary would, well, get someone pregnant. I ended the post by saying that I really wanted a gay boy next.

Now I have a rule about editing previous posts. I often correct typos and edit poorly constructed sentences so that they make sense and follow rules of grammar. However, I try to resist the temptation to edit posts for idiocy. When I say really dumb things, well, that is part of who I am and the journey I am on and I don't think that I should fix the blog to make it look like I am a better person than I am.

And it really was tempting starting about 15 minutes after I wrote that because it really is a dumb thing to say.

Unprotected sexual activity is dangerous for all the kids. Pregnancy is one danger, but disease is another. HIV infection is real and it can kill them. And not just the gay boys either. Viruses don't care who your heart loves.

Yesterday I was dealing with being seriously worried for the first time that I was parenting a kid who might turn me into a grandparent well before I or he was prepared for that. It was a new worry, and that particular worry is not one that I had with the older boys. In the past I just worried about sexually transmitted diseases, including ones that can kill you. Now I get to worry about that AND babies. Oh joy.

I don't have a significant point here -- just wanted to acknowledge that I know what I wrote was somewhere between unartful and idiotic.