two faggots gave you a home

The Supreme Court is about to decide if I can be fired from my job for being gay. Well, not me specifically, but people like me. A lot of people like me. Call me a cynic, but I don’t have high hopes for this one. I may be able to get married and have children, but there are still quite a few people in the land of the free/home of the brave who think I should just be happy with what I have and stop demanding special privileges.

Ah yes, the special privilege of being gay.

The special privilege of being gay means that I could not get legally married until 2015. The special privilege of being gay means that I live in a country where the current Vice President of the United States once advocated for the legal discrimination of LGBT persons calling their lifestyle a “choice”, and as the then-governor of Indiana he sought to give public money to institutions that would help gay people change their sexual behavior. And if that seems too 1996 for you then I have five words for you: Supreme Court Justice Brett Kavanaugh.

So. Much. Privilege.

And while all of the above does affect me, it is still somewhat removed from my everyday life. The final decision made by the Supreme Court will cement certain ideas for millions of Americans. If the highest court in the land decrees that LGBT persons are in fact second-class citizens then maybe a whole lot of people can stop pretending.

No wedding cakes. No wedding. No job. No marriage. No kids. And yet even those potential realities are so big picture because for me, right now, it comes down to this word: FAGGOT.

Faggot.

It is the go-to word of every schoolyard bully and closeted muscle jock in America. It is the gay N-word. We all know what it means and we all know what is being implied when someone says it, and if you’re unsure I can tell you what it does NOT mean…it does not mean “person who has the courage to be true to themselves despite the risk of being fired from their job or ostracized by society or murdered, all for the crime of loving who they love.”

Yeah, faggot does not mean that.

I was called faggot from the time I was 8 until…well, I’m still being called faggot. #NeverChangeAmerica Let me share a hilarious story with you…recently I confiscated my oldest son’s cell phone (see Nancy Drew) and one of the many disturbing things I discovered amidst the racism and the sexism was the casual manner in which his friends shared anti-gay memes and tossed around the word “faggot”.

Now, I want to be clear that my son was not using this word nor was he sharing these memes, but he was in receipt of them and he did play along with his friends, responding several times with an LOL followed by the I’m-laughing-so-hard-I’m-crying face emoji. Again, he was not using the word, but in his response he had given his approval of the word.

As you can imagine, I did not react well. But in my defense I suspect he would not have reacted well if he had discovered that his Papa and I were exchanging racist memes and calling people the N-word. I tried to explain why this word was a big deal, but there seemed to be an attitude of “it’s just a word and that’s not what they meant”.

Except, it’s not just a word.

“Two faggots gave you a home,” I said in voice that had I been on stage I would have won every major acting award that season. Of course what I wanted to say was, “I’ll put as many dicks in my mouth as I want and you don’t get to say a damn word about it as long as I’m paying for the shoes on your feet.” But that felt more like something I’d say in the film version of this story and in that moment I was imagining myself acting in a play.

I know my son loves me and I know my son loves his Papa and I know he would never want to hurt us. He’s a great kid, seriously, he is just the best and I love him more than I can adequately express, but the reality is to him and to his friends and to millions of Americans it’s just a word. No big deal.

Faggot. Faggot. Faggot.

If/When the Supreme Court decides that I and millions of Americans like me can be legally fired from our jobs for being gay or trans or whatever the court decides is not the “norm”, then those nine justices will be sending a very loud message to every schoolyard bully and Snapchat asshat out there that we are less than. That we are something to be laughed at. That we are nothing more than faggots.


Sean Michael O’Donnell is a 44 year old married gay man. He lives in Pittsburgh with his husband, three sons, and daughter. Sean enjoys Law & Order reruns, Christmas movies in October, and Facebook stalking. He likes donuts and beer. Sometimes he goes to the gym (not really).  He is the author of the best-selling book Which One of You is the Mother?

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have you lost weight?

A few days ago I wrote a lengthy blog post about my son’s cell phone, specifically the many disturbing things I found on my son’s cell phone. I continued to detail the endlessly developing story on social media, humorously recounting my confrontations with teenage drug dealers, young women with very low self-esteem, and my son’s misogynistic (and very stupid) friends. Over the next several days I received a flurry of texts and messages congratulating me on my bravado…other parents commended me for my no-holds barred parenting style, calling me “brave” and “strong” and while I really did appreciate their kind words I was a bit pissed off that not one person called me “thin”.

No one said, “I loved the way you confronted that pot dealer. Have you lost weight?”

Whatever. I see you. I see what really matters to you and I want you to know I am offended and also, no, I have not lost weight. In fact, I have gained like 400 pounds since I became a parent, thank you for noticing. My youngest son’s favorite pastime is to put his hand on the top of my belly as if it were a shelf and then laugh. Well the joke’s on him because I just grounded his ass for calling a classmate a “chicken nugget”.

A few weeks ago my oldest son made a crack about my weight and again, joke’s on him because I took down his pot dealer and confiscated his cell phone. My other son seems to have caught on because he’s been suspiciously quiet and the other day my daughter told me I looked “handsome”…granted this was after she got caught trying to access a blocked website on a school computer, but whatever, I’m just glad that at least one of my kids has learned that when it comes to Dad, flattery will get you everywhere.

It’s been a stressful few weeks. Aside from the cell phone business, we’ve been trying to sell our house, which means all I do is obsessively scrub the toilet and not sleep at night. My house may be clean, but I am a mess. The icing on the “my-son-might-be-a-pot-smoking-misogynist” cake is that I ran out of blood pressure medication. If I make it through the next few days without having a stroke I plan on celebrating with a donut and beer sundae.

All joking aside it really has been a very difficult couple of weeks, but it’s also been a very much-needed couple of weeks. My son’s phone, my kids getting into trouble at school, the stress of selling a house while raising four kids – these events have given me perspective. Or rather, other parents have given me perspective because what I’m starting to realize is that I am not alone in this.

It turns out other people’s children are also smoking pot and receiving inappropriate text messages from young women with very low self-esteem and calling other kids names and looking at blocked websites on school computers and basically just fucking up like every kid in the world does at least five times a day.

The truth is most of us really are doing the best we can, and if we are failing, at least we’re failing at trying. It’s a comforting thought. It means we’re not alone. So relax. Crack open a cold one and pour it on top of your donut sundae. We’ve earned it.


Sean Michael O’Donnell is a 44 year old married gay man. He lives in Pittsburgh with his husband, three sons, and daughter. Sean enjoys Law & Order reruns, Christmas movies in October, and Facebook stalking. He likes donuts and beer. Sometimes he goes to the gym (not really).  He is the author of the best-selling book Which One of You is the Mother?

nancy drew and the case of the syphilitic cell phone

Check your child’s cell phone. Right now. Seriously, right now…and if you can’t right now because your kid is at school then the minute they walk through your front door you need to confiscate their phone and you need to start sleuthing.

(Side note: I don’t want to hear about privacy. I have not had privacy since the day I became a parent on July 7, 2013, and if I can’t have privacy then my children can’t have privacy.)

You, person reading this, need to get that phone and you need to put on your best Jessica Fletcher wig and you need to go full-scale CSI: Cyber Town on whatever overpriced Apple Samsung Nokia soul-stealing device you foolishly gave to your child, which you would do well to remember is your property because you paid for it and also because they are a child and they have no rights.

Once you have the phone you need to comb through every app, every photo, every hidden file. Yes, they hide files. You will need a drink for this, or several drinks. If you have some pills, I suggest taking a few of those too.

Pick your poison because you are going to need it.

I started my investigation with the carefree piano taps of the Murder She Wrote theme playing in my head…and then after a few minutes it switched to the more ominous Law & Order theme…and then about 45 minutes later I started to understand why people turn to alcohol and hardcore drugs in times of stress.

Take a drink. You are about to go down a very dark rabbit hole and it is called Snapchat. Snapchat is gross. Snapchat is where filthy language and offensive sexist and racist memes go to have it off. Snapchat is a safe space for toxic masculinity and girls with very, very low self-esteem.

I spent two hours combing through “snaps,” as they are called, and when I was through I needed to cry, scream, get drunk, and take a shower. And while my child was a willing and complicit participant in this cyber shithole, what really stuck with me were the words of other children. Young women objectifying themselves of their own accord. Young men saying things like, “a pussy is a pussy”. Kids referring to each other as “bitch” and “nigger”. Drugs.

Excuse me, I need to grab my beer and go cry-scream in the shower again.

I am not naïve or a prude. I’ve done so many crazy things that playing I Never just means I’m going to throw up a liter of tequila the next morning. But still, my acts of rebellion and my poor choices were things I did as an adult…not as a child. I went to college and I drank and I experimented with drugs and sex, and in theory I had the maturity to handle those choices because if nothing else I was not 14 years old…or younger.

The thing is it may not be your daughter offering herself up or your son referring to his “bitch”, but it is very likely to be the kids your kid is choosing to be around, and that cancer spreads and then eventually it will be your kid.

It is tough. This is tough. And I can tell you it is different for every kid. This isn’t just about filthy language or drugs or sex…it’s about culture and race and gender. It is about every parent reading this right now who is failing their child, myself included. We need to do better. We need to hold our kids accountable. We need to make sure this toxicity does not destroy the goodness in our children.

We need to check their phones.


Sean Michael O’Donnell is a 44 year old married gay man. He lives in Pittsburgh with his husband, three sons, and daughter. Sean enjoys Law & Order reruns, Christmas movies in October, and Facebook stalking. He likes donuts and beer. Sometimes he goes to the gym (not really).  He is the author of the best-selling book Which One of You is the Mother?