Realistically, I'm going to have to talk to him serious as shyt and hope that he understands what his Pops is trying to tell him.
I'll love him regardless, but help my GOD, I'm gonna beg him to not be an outlandish fakkit that wears his sexuality on his sleeve and looks to be the centre of attention wherever he go.
Like if you suck dikk, do that shyt lowkey.
I don't want to see you vlogging about getting dikked down or out here being messy with it.
Like the world don't need yet another loud and festive mango, son.
I don't need to think of Lil Nas X whenever I see you operating out here. Like at all.
I'd want to hope my eccentric aloofness passed off in his upbringing and this isn't something that would cause an argument or resentment.
Also, even though I prolly won't smile and hug you as much as you'd want, know that I'd go to the mattresses to defend you as my seed, but at the same time I'm going to grimace and smile without teeth whenever your lifestyle comes into question and your activities in it.
I'd like to have a relationship with him in which I can I snap on him and call him a "Phaaagit" with the same tone as Bernie Mac does in his Milk and Cookies sketch and hopefully he'd be funny and witty enough to defend himself and have some level of comedy as a buffer between the uncomfortableness, but all in all I'd just want him to stay safe, be safe, act safe.
Also, no PAWBS.
fukk I look like knowing that the H'wite man managed to fukk my seed, literally?
Like I don't think I could hide my latent disgust to the point he might gotta disown me his damned self.