Fuck, dude, my posse belted out Charlie Daniels' "Uneasy Rider '88" around the camp fire. The last time I hung out with Pete he trashed a convenience store and beat the shit out of the cashier because "he was coming onto me." There were zero openly gay students; when the humanities class brought in two HIV-positive homosexuals to talk about their life experiences, the school board had the humanities class canceled. Chris brought a gun to school and threatened to kill his girlfriend; he was expelled but not charged with anything and resoundingly mocked for only being able to scrape up a .22.
My daughter, who is nine, has three transgender friends.