Imagine this. A super hero comic in which the hero fights for good, makes mistakes, falls in love from time to time, and that goes on for years. The fans love the comics, they look up to this hero, they are even proud of being fans.
Then one day a new comic is written and in it the hero falls in love with a same-sex character. The so-called fans outrage and demand explanation from the writers. These fans say it can’t be so, since the hero has been heterosexual all along. Never once did they notice a sign of “gayness”. The writers are irreducible about it.
There must be an explanation, the fans conclude. Maybe that super villain cast a spell on the hero. Or maybe it’s just during this comic, for attention. Maybe that one time when the hero was a kid and that weird-looking person walked by, something changed, some nasty process was triggered.
Now imagine this is actually not about a comic book hero, but rather about a teenager, and the fans are actually people with whom this teenager lives since birth. This potential hero who, on coming out, finds out all those fans’ opinions - not on a website, comments section or what, but in their house: coming from across the table; coming from behind the closed door.
That is why we need LGBT-supportive parents. That is also why so many people sound like bigots to me when they complain about subjects like the alt.world Green Lantern. Don’t assume you know everything about your hero or child. Just be cool with that and listen to them. That might give them superpowers.












