It sucks that adults’ prejudices shape kids’ childhoods. Like poly people having to actively worry about keeping custody of their kids just because other people who don’t know them think their lifestyle is weird. Like imagine how much nicer things would be if people could just be normal about things.
Like some kid growing up in a family with Mom, Dad, and Kevin, who sleeps in dad’s bed half the time and makes really good spaghetti. And that’s just their primary example of what a “normal” family is. And then they go to kindergarten or something and really get to know other kids from other families for the first time and just go the fuck do you mean you don’t have a Kevin? What happened to yours?
And the other kids go home asking their parents why they don’t have a Kevin, because they, too, want really good spaghetti. And their parents have no fucking idea how to even begin unwrapping what the ever-loving fuck their kid is talking about.
The exact experience of one Jet Bradley