I’m here today to talk about a topic that may not be “easy” or “comfortable” for a lot of people. It’s a topic that may even cause some of you to judge me or dismiss me altogether. But I don’t care. Because I was raised by same-sex wolves, and I’m proud of it.
That’s right, I said it. When I came home from school each day and sat down to dinner with my family, it wasn’t with the “typical” human mom and dad, but rather with same-sex wolves.
My wolf dads provided me with one of the most loving and supportive environments a human child could ask for. And yeah, we didn’t always do things the way other families did. My dads didn’t necessarily know how to coach me when it came to talking to girls, teach me how to drive, or have the ability to cook raw meat. But we made it work.
And sometimes we had to deal with the negative, judgmental reactions of others when I didn’t do things the “proper” human way, like when I trekked in dirt, or growled and mewed instead of verbalizing my thoughts. But at the end of the day, I wouldn’t trade my wolf dads for the world, and I can’t imagine my life any other way.
So the next time you make an offhanded comment, calling something “gay” or asking if someone was “raised by wolves”, consider the fact that you’re talking about real people and real wolves, and that when it comes to families, all that matters is love. And also who’s alpha, because that can lead to some real problems.
