So then, rightfully so, Sir Elton John (@eltonjohn) fired back at the fashion duo stating, “How dare you refer to my children as synthetic. And shame on you for wagging your little judgmental figures at in vitro fertilization-a miracle that has allowed legions of loving people, both straight and gay, to fulfill their dream of having children.”
I completely agreed with Sir Elton John and posted the boycott on my Instagram. Boy, did that cause a stir! You can go to my Instagram @ellieod and read the whole feed for yourself.
To the one woman who said on my Instagram “I need to find Jesus.”
Do you think I care if you unfollowed me on Instagram @marykimbell? Do you think I care if you unsubscribe from my blog? Be. My. Guest. It will be your loss because now you won’t know how to make fucking pesto.
To the idiot, @savvysane, that left a comment on my Instagram who said that being gay is a choice. Did you choose to be heterosexual? Did you choose to be an idiot?
Let me tell you another little secret. The morning that I was diagnosed with ALS, I didn’t cry. I held back all of my tears. No one saw me cry that morning ….Not my mother, nor my sister. I held back every drop of tears until I heard my doorbell ring that afternoon. I opened the door for my friend TH who rushed over to my apartment within hours of my being diagnosed with ALS. I opened the door and I collapsed into his arms and cried my eyes out. I was only strong until he got there and then I knew he would be strong for me. Here I am surviving ALS five years later and I have TH to thank. I would be dead without that man. Guess what to all you haters on my Instagram? That man, that man TH happens to be gay and if you think for one second that he doesn’t deserve to be a parent, there is something so wrong with you that you, yourself, should have your parenting license revoked. TH is the kindest, most evolved, humane, loving, forgiving, forthcoming gentleman I have ever known and he is the exact candidate to be a parent whether he is heterosexual, homosexual, bisexual or even non-sexual. It doesn’t matter… All that matters is love, fucker.
So now, now that I have weeded out the weak, can we please get back to decorating, cooking, watching reality television, Pinterest, juicing, finding a cure for ALS and Lyme’s disease (love you Yogi), celebrating my birthday, teasing my husband, loving my friends, raising my daughter, having tea parties, and allowing whomever to have whatever sexual preference they choose without being denied the right to parent.