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You decided that you are no longer ashamed of being gay, and decide to be open and honest about the way God made you.
After many years, when you are older and wiser, you feel you are ready to settle down with the love of your life, who you have been dating for many months now. You move in together in a small, one bedroom apartment in San Francisco, your partner didn't like the idea at first. "Why should we move to San Francisco just because people are more tolerant there? Isn't it the bigot's problem if they don't like us?" they would say "Aren't we voluntarily ghettoizing ourselves by doing this?" And you have to admit, it's a good point. But you're too jaded and tired now to care. All you want is for the two of you to live your lives peacefully and happily together. You can't always go off crusading for civil rights, even if it is the right thing to do. At any rate, the two of you go on with your lives, always having eachother to lean on. You rejoice with your partner after their big promotion. And if it wasn't for the loving support you got from home, you would never have gone back to law school, and become a successful attorney, doing pro bono work for underpriviledged inner city children. One day, after saving an orphanage from being foreclosed upon by a powerful, multinational bank, and the orphans all thank you, it hits you: It's time for the two of you to raise a child together, you know what a great thing it would be to be able to impact a child's life so profoundly for the better, and you have so much love to share, it shouldn't go to waste. Little Timmy is the cutest thing, and you know all people feel this way about their child, but he really is the most beautiful baby in the world, you're always there with your camcorder to capture his first smile his first word, his first steps. One day he comes home crying, he was being teased at school because he had two daddies instead of a mommy and a daddy like the other kids. You are shocked that people would still raise their children to be so close-minded in this day and age. You and your partner sit Timmy down and have a long talk with him about many things, and by the end of the conversation, the three of you feel that you have all grown as individuals, as well as as a family. You couldn't ask for a better existence, except for maybe your partner's heart attack, they pulled through, thank God, but it really gave you a scare. And as you sit next to eachother, at Timmy's (or Tim's as he likes to be called now) college graduation, you count your blessings and are truly thankful for all that you have, and all that you have had the courage to do, and every day is a wonderful celebration of life.
Until the three of you get eaten by a homophobic Grue.