If I had a gay daughter, I wouldn't mind, so long as she was an attractive lipstick lesbian. If I got Melissa Etheridge or Mary Cheney, I'd be fucking pissed. I do not want to realize at Xmas dinner that my little girl and I have the same haircut.
If I had a gay son, I'd prefer he be utterly flaming. If you're going to do something, don't half ass it. I'd hate to have one of those normal gay sons (like the hair guy in Queer Eye) who'd seem so straight that I'd perpetually be asking him "You sure you don't dig chicks?" after my fourth vodka.
