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Hey, everyone, it's Bobby Leiber.

And welcome to your favorite podcast,
The 11th Brick at Stonewall.

Because we all know a butch lesbian
or a trans woman of color

probably threw
the first brick at Stonewall,

but it was a cis, white,
gay man who threw the 11th brick.

And today, as always, I will take you
on a journey throughout LGBTQ+ history,

and much more importantly, my own problems
and whatever I feel like talking about.

And this is a big day,

because, as of today, The 11th Brick
is celebrating one million subscribers.

And in honor of all this exciting news,
I am taking your questions live.

First question.

Hi, Bobby. Any chance
for more children's books?

Oh, not at the moment, but thank you.

As some of you know,
I wrote a series of children's books

to help parents teach kids
about gay history, which no one bought.

Turns out a four-year-old
didn't want to hear a bedtime story

about Martina Navratilova.

Hey, parents. Thanks for teaching
your kids about Santa Claus,

a straight man that doesn't exist,

and not Martina Navratilova,
a lesbian who does.

In other news, I finally got the footage

from my audition to be
part of the next cast of Queer Eye,

and you can watch that
on the app right now.

-Oh, no.
-Oh, my--

I'm sorry. This is not sad.
It's just not sad.

You gave him a haircut
and a pair of pants.

I mean, he looks fine.

-Not great.
- Next caller.

What happened
to that movie you wrote?

Oh, yeah. The movie.

These big movie producers
came to me and said…

"We want you to write a rom-com
about a gay couple.

Something the whole world would enjoy.

Something a straight guy might even like
and watch with his girlfriend."

I said, "Something a straight guy
might like? Like what exactly?

Am I gonna be in the middle
of some high-speed chase,

and then all of a sudden
fall in love with Ice Cube?

Am I gonna get butt-fucked
by Jason Momoa while we're both,

I don't know, worrying about a volcano?"

And he said, "Bobby, we just want to
make a movie that shows the world

gay and straight relationships
are the same.

Love is love is love."

I said, "'Love is love is love?'

No, it's not. That's bullshit.

That is a lie we had to make up

to convince you idiots
to finally treat us fairly.

Love is not love.

Our relationships are different.
Our sex lives are different."

And he said, "Bobby,
we were just trying to make a nice movie

about nice gay people."

And I said,
"Well, there's your first mistake,

because not all gay people are nice."

And I got up and left.

Anyway, it's totally fine.

I'm not the right person
to write a rom-com anyway.

Why not?

Um… I don't know.

I mean, I'm 40 years old.
I've never been in love.

I've never even had
a serious relationship, which is fine.

You know, I love my life.
I love my freedom. I love my independence.

But… …you know,

probably means I'm not
the right person to write a love story.

In exciting news, I remain very horny,

and tonight I am being honored
at the LGBTQ+ Pride Awards.

Being in the NFL,
I never thought I could come out.

For years, I had to suffer

as a hot, ripped, gay person,
living my life in private.

But this last year has really shown me

how amazing life can be
when you are finally publicly hot.

Thank you.

And now, please welcome Emmy
and Tony award winner, Kristin Chenoweth.

Good evening.

What an honor for me to be here tonight.

On my head is a hat
depicting the Stonewall riots,

where the queer liberation movement began.

And now, the award for
cis, white, gay man of the year.

Please welcome Bobby Leiber.

Thank you.

Oh, my goodness. Thank you, New York.

Thank you. Thank you.

Meet Khnumhotep and Niankhkhnum,
the Bert and Ernie of Ancient Egypt.

Many scholars believe

that they are the first recorded
same-sex couple in history.

Yet to this day,

there are historians who refuse
to believe that these men were lovers,

and insist that
they were brothers instead.

Thus began 5,000 years
of queer love stories

erased from the history books.

No gay love stories to teach us about love
and how to love each other.

Well, I'm happy to say
this erasure ends today.

And I am thrilled to announce

I have accepted a position
as the executive director

of the first national
LGBTQ+ history museum,

right here in New York City.

Thank you, New York. Thank you.

Thank you so much.

Hey, what's up?

Hey, what's up?

Looking? Into?

Bottom here.

Versatile.

Sure you are.

Hey, what's up?

Hey, what's up?

Thank you.

You want to finish?

Uh… I think I'm good, actually.

Okay, I'll get you something for that.

Thanks.

For me, the cold and awkward Grindr hookup

is often followed by a walk
around the city by myself.

Anyone else do that?

It's weird, because you still had
this romantic encounter.

Even though it was odd or unsatisfying,
and you don't even know the person,

you're still feeling this, kind of,
post-sex warmth and wistfulness.

So I usually walk around for a bit,

and I kind of coast on that warm feeling
as long as it lasts.

And between the weird sex
with strangers that you don't like

and conversations with friends you love
that you would never have sex with,

you know, you cobble together
a version of a romantic single life.

And it's good, you know? It works.

It's a lot more than what
a lot of other people have in this world.

And you try to remember that.

As always, this podcast is brought to you
by Career Donkey.

Hi. Hi, I'm sorry. I know. I'm sorry.

What's going on? What did I miss?
How are you guys, Lucas?

Well, our surrogate just hit three months,
and, not only that, but we are--

Having triplets.

-Oh, my God, congratulations. Oh, my God.
-That's amazing. Yeah.

I'm sorry, you guys. I have to go.
A late shift at the bar.

-It was great meeting you guys.
-Nice to meet you.

-And congratulations.
-Thank you.

Bye, Marty.

-Bye, y'all.
-Text us.

So what's happening?
Didn't you guys have an announcement?

Okay, so, I totally know
this is a little weird and unexpected,

but the reason we've been
hanging around with Marty so much

is that we are kind of…

dating him.

Okay.

Wait a second. Wait, wait, wait.

What do you mean, you're dating him?

I mean, together. Like, as a couple.
We're seeing him.

I guess it's kind of
like a throuple situation.

Hold on. So, wait,
what does that mean exactly?

Like, are you guys just having
threesomes or something?

Well, we hooked up, but then we started
spending a bunch of time together after.

It turns out
we have a lot in common.

It's more than just sex.
We genuinely like each other.

Wait, wait. So, how long
has this been going on?

Six months?

You're in a throuple for six months,
and you didn't tell me?

We didn't know it'd get that serious.

How serious is it gonna get?
You're in a throuple.

What are you gonna do next,
tell your grandparents?

Hi, Grandma.

Oh, hi, honey.

-I have some news.
-Yes?

Peter and I are jointly fucking
a third person.

Oh, my goodness.

It's Paul. He and Peter
are jointly fucking someone else.

Oh, how wonderful. It's a throuple.

We'll be fine. We really trust
each other enough to do this.

Just be careful.

I know a lot of guys who've done this,
and it's a slippery slope.

These things are fragile.

And, you know, we're men. Okay?
Men dating men.

Love is not love. We are horny
and selfish and stupid. I am too.

Someone called into my show the other day
and asked me why I'm still single.

I said, "You want to know why?

Because I've been gay my whole life,
and I don't trust these gay motherfuckers.

I support them, but I don't trust them."

And are you happy?

-Who's so happy all the time?
-Uh, a lot of people.

Well, I really don't trust those people.

Mr. Leiber?

Sorry. I love your podcast.
Can I get a selfie?

Oh, sure.

Thank you.

Shit. I told Henry
I'd meet him at this launch party.

Ugh. I wanted to go home and change first.

Aren't you guys just gonna
take your shirts off anyway?

No, we're not just gonna
take our shirts off.

It's not 2003.

You have a very clichéd view
of what gay men do at a party.

What app is this for again?

It's this new hookup app
my company is launching.

We've got Grindr. We've got Tinder.
This is Zellweger.

It's for gay guys who just want to talk
about actresses, then go to bed.

Oh, I'd use that.

Bobby, I had sex with a 65-year-old.

Sixty-five?

He didn't have an age on his profile.

He was really nice,
he had an amazing body,

but he had this big, white beard.

I felt like Mrs. Claus.

I kind of love that.

There's that guy Aaron.

Oh, yeah,
I don't know who that is.

He's at the gym sometimes.

Very hot. Very boring.

Well, what else is new?

Oh. Also, today I had sex
with a guy who peed on me.

Oh, are you into that?

-Not really, but what else was I doing?
-Fair enough.

It was honestly kind of boring.

Hey, what's up?

Hey.

-Well, hello, Aaron.
-Hey.

This is Bobby.

Do you boys need another drink?
I'm getting a shitrocket.

What the hell's a shitrocket?

It's like a Red Bull
but with protein.

Oh. Shitrocket and vodka, I guess.

Move, boys. Daddy needs a drink.

Thank you.

You look angry.

Me?

Well, I'm not. That's just the way I look.

I know. People always come up to me
and tell me that, but I'm not.

I'm not angry.

I listen to your podcast.

Oh, really?

That's cool.

I hear you're boring.

Who said that? I'm not boring.

I don't know. A lot of people.

Cool.

I'm sorry. That was mean.

I'm very bad at flirting.

And I'm also the type of person
who tells you I'm flirting,

which is so sexy.

It's okay.

What do you do?

For work? I do probate law.

I'm an estate planner.
Basically, I write people's wills.

Do you like it?

Oh, sure. When I was a kid,

first thing I would think
when I would meet someone is,

"Who's that person gonna leave
their shit to when they die?"

I really wanted to be
part of the legal logistics of that.

That's funny.

That guy's hot, right?

Oh, yeah. He is.

I'm supposed to fuck him
and his husband later.

Cool.

Very good.

-Oh, I love this song.
-What is this?

Old-school Mariah.
How do you not know this?

I'm more of a country guy.
You know, like Garth Brooks.

Garth Brooks?

Who are you?

Actually, Carrie Underwood
blocked me on Twitter--

What the fuck?

Where the fuck did he go?

I don't know.
This is why I hate these people.

Oh, my God. That's the 65-year-old.

Jesus, he's ripped.

I know. It's like they injected steroids
into Dumbledore.

Hey, what's up?

-Thanks.
-Hey. Where'd you go?

I don't know. Nowhere.

Yas, live your lives, queens! Okurrr!

Gay guys are so stupid.

Oh, my God, I know.

Gay guys are usually
the absolute smartest

or the dumbest people I've ever met.

We've been smart enough to brand ourselves
as being smart and clever.

I've hooked up with guys,

and afterwards I'll make a joke
or I'll say something sarcastic,

and the guy does not understand
that I'm making a joke.

Literally does not understand satire.

I know. And straight people
think we're all smart,

but a lot of these guys are dumb as shit.

Yes.

To our little secret.

Actually--

Are you fucking kidding me?

Hey.

Hey. What were you talking
to Aaron about for so long?

Just about how a lot of gay guys
are secretly incredibly stupid.

Oh, how fabulous.

I don't understand. We're having
a good time, and then he ghosts me.

He just fucking disappears.

Bobby, don't. Let it go. He's a dick.

No, I am not letting it go.
I do not let things go.

-Why aren't you dancing?
-I am dancing, okay?

What do you want me to do,
the fucking Nutcracker Suite?

Hey.

Hey, what's up?

I tried to kiss you
and you didn't kiss me back is what's up.

I'm sorry. I'm shy.

Please. What are you into?

One of these boring, ripped idiots
with no opinions?

No, I'd like someone who's physically
very frail and won't stop talking.

Come home with me.

I can't.

Why?

'Cause you have to fuck
the fake baseball player and his husband?

I don't know what to tell you.

-Goodbye.
-Hey, wait, wait. Take my number.

-Absolutely not.
-Why?

Because I'm one of
the smart ones, asshole.

Oh, are you emotionally unavailable?

No one's more emotionally
unavailable than me. No one.

I pride myself on that.

Anyway, it doesn't matter.
Henry has my number.

See you on Grindr or Zellweger
or whatever the fuck the next one is.

I'm not on any of those.

Then how do you meet people?

I'm not really looking.

Yeah.

Me neither.

Excuse me. Excuse me. Excuse me.

Oh, my God, they cannot stop voguing.
They cannot stop voguing.

Excuse me, I know you're voguing,
but can I please go home? Please?

I had a gut feeling
you would be online now.

Hi.

Hey, what's up?

Not much. You?

No. Okay.

But us texting each other anonymously,

I never realized how much Grindr was
just like You've Got Mail. Smiley face.

Ha ha. LOL. Dick pic?

No dick pic. Sorry.

Think about You've Got Mail.

Meg Ryan would never send you
a picture of her genitalia.

Ha ha. LOLOL. Can I see your ass?

Don't have ass pic. Sorry.

Need to see ass pic though.

Don't have ass pic!

Not gonna meet up unless you send ass pic.

Must see pic of ass!

Ow! Fuck!

I'm bleeding!

How am I gonna shit now?

I can't fuck. I can't shit.

I'm not a person, goddamn it!

It's too fucking flat.

Took this just for you, bro.

Did he block me?

Motherfucker!

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Hallheart. Always on the cutting edge…
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People.

Okay. Okay, people!
People, please! It's getting late.

We still need to find a donor
to fund the exhibit in the final wing.

As you know, Pier 1 Imports
was supposed to make a big donation,

but they went bankrupt
and have been bought by the Taliban.

-Taliban.
-So we are short five million dollars.

We can't afford to push our opening again.

People will think we're in trouble.
This whole place could fall apart.

We need new ideas for what goes
in the final wing, and we need them now.

Cherry, go.

You know the blue whale hanging
in the Museum of Natural History?

-Yes.
-What about that,

but instead of the blue whale,

it's a lesbian?

- Oh, no. No.
- Well, yeah, we can't do that.

What about a transgender woman
from an Indigenous nation?

Goddamn it, Wanda!

What about the 400 lesbians
who fought in the Civil War?

Shut up, Cherry.
They were not all lesbians.

Some of them were trans men.

Okay, stop. This building is a rare chance
to legitimize the history of bisexuals.

Oh, God. Here we go.

We say LGBTQ,
but we always skip over the B.

I want a hall of bisexuals.
Like Disney's Hall of Presidents.

I want a stage full of
animatronic, talking bisexuals.

Talking and moving
and gesturing bisexuals.

You know what? This happens to be
Bisexual Awareness Week,

and no one has acknowledged it!

-I acknowledged.
-That is true. My bad.

Lesbian History Month was in March.

Nobody said a goddamn thing!

It's June!

It was in March!

Of course lesbians get a month,
and we get a week.

-Robert.
-What?

I want you to know that I hear you.

I see you, and I'm holding space for you.

There she go. There she go.

She never has any ideas of her own,
but she's always "holding space."

A lesbian wrote "America the Beautiful."

God, no. I can't.

Katharine Lee Bates
wrote the lyrics on a napkin.

If you go to her house in Virginia,
they have the napkin!

What if the final exhibit
was a recreation of a queer wedding?

-I like that.
-Okay, that I don't hate.

Tamara, that is so sweet. I love that.

And people can come
and register for wedding gifts here.

Oh, my God. And--

No!

That is old-fashioned,
heteronormative nonsense.

We need to get people to rethink history
through a queer prism,

not comfort them with another
fucking gay wedding, all right?

It's a museum. It's not Schitt's Creek.

-I like Schitt's Creek.
-Love Schitt's Creek.

That show has layers.

Everyone loves Schitt's Creek. Okay.

That's who you remind me of. Eugene Levy.

Yes.

Okay, Mr. Funk.

How can I help you today?

I need to adjust my will.

Okay. Can I ask you why?

Because I'm dying. I have cancer.

I'm so sorry to hear that.

I just need to figure out
where my money's going.

Okay, do you have
a partner or spouse?

No and no.

-Children?
-No.

-Family member?
-No.

Close friend?

Not anymore.

Okay, um…

Well, sometimes it helps
to close your eyes

and think about who means
the most to you in the world.

Who is it?

Cher.

Okay, so you want to leave $100,000…

to Cher?

Do you really think
that she needs that?

She has a huge staff.

- O-Okay.
- Mr. Shepard, I--

Sorry to interrupt.
Mrs. Bailey passed away.

Oh, God. This is so depressing.

I'm so sorry. I can only imagine
what you're going through.

No, I mean your job.

What a downer.

It's Aaron. How's Grindr?

A dream. I spent 45 minutes
taking a picture of my own ass.

How are you? How was group sex
with that faux Chicago Cub?

It was fun.
They invited me back tomorrow.

Their surrogate is pregnant,
and they're having a gender-reveal orgy.

A gender-reveal orgy?

James Baldwin would be so proud.

LOL.

I woke up laughing about you
so rudely calling me out on my shit.

Well, you deserved it, bitch.

Honestly, I was impressed. You may be
more emotionally unavailable than I am.

Well, maybe we can be
emotionally unavailable together.

"Maybe we can be
emotionally unavailable together"?

Who's writing your texts? Maroon 5?

- Fuck off.
- -Kidding!

We can go out. Are you asking me out?

-I'm down for whatever.
-Yeah, same.

-Cool.
-Sounds good.

So, tomorrow? Or we can do whenever.

Yeah, I can do whenever,
and I can do whatever.

-I don't care what we do.
-Me neither.

We can do whatever,
and we can do it whenever.

-Does that work for you?
-That definitely works.

-Great. Whatever, whenever.
-Cool. Whatever, whenever.

GIF of Michael Scott dancing.

That's good.

Office GIF? This person isn't gay.

Heart. Ugh, no. Un-heart. Thumbs up.

-Peace.
-Peace?

Later.

Can't you heart my later, bitch?

Bye!

You're from here, right?
Your parents still live in the city?

No. My parents both passed away, actually.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Oh, yeah. Thanks. It wasn't recent.

My mom died when I was in college,
and my dad died ten years ago.

A bee! A bee! A bee! A bee!

Whoa, whoa! Stop swatting!
You're gonna kill it.

That's what I'm trying to do.
It's on my neck.

Bees are dying. Don't you read?

Yes! About gay stuff and movies.

-Can you do something?
-Yes, yes, yes. Here. It's okay.

-You're touching the bee!
-I know. Okay.

Wow. Thank you.

You're like a grown-up gay Boy Scout,

and I'm like whatever ends up
happening to Evan Hansen.

Let me see what's playing.

What's your favorite movie of all time?

What's my favorite movie
of all time? I don't know.

Why? What's your favorite movie?

The Hangover.

The Hangover is your favorite movie
of all time?

How many movies have you seen? One?

It's a funny movie.

Yeah, kinda.

And you remember
one of the first lines of that movie?

-"Paging Dr. Faggot." Remember that?
-Yes.

"Paging Dr. Faggot"
is one of the first lines

of the highest-grossing comedy of 2009,
and no one talks about it. Right?

And it wasn't that long ago.
We're just supposed to laugh it off.

It doesn't bother me.
I'm not sensitive like that.

I think you just like
getting angry at things.

Getting angry at things
is like your brand.

What? No, it's not!
Fuck you.

Getting angry at things is my brand?
No, no, no, no.

You just don't like to complain because
that means your feelings were hurt.

And that means admitting you're weak.
And that's too vulnerable.

And as much as we go around saying
men should be vulnerable,

you and I both know
that is such bullshit.

Because for a lot of
these gay guys,

sweetness and vulnerability
are wonderful and lovely,

but they can also be a real boner killer.

You're very intense.

Yes.

I was kidding, by the way.

-About what?
-The Hangover. It's not my favorite movie.

No, you weren't.

Yeah, I was.
I just like seeing you get riled up.

-I don't believe you.
-I was kidding.

Hmm.

I don't like this.

Okay. Let's see what we have here. Mm-mmm.

Oh, The Treasure Inside
is supposed to be really good, actually.

What's that about?

It's about two closeted gay frontiersmen
in the California Gold Rush of 1849.

But really, it's about two straight actors
playing gay, trying to win an Oscar.

I never tire of watching
two very straight actors

really transform themselves
into being sad and gay.

Gay actors playing gay.
That's not even acting.

Oh, I totally agree.

If they ever make a movie about my life,
they'd better hire a straight actor.

I like to think of my life story
as just another way

for Benedict Cumberbatch to really score.

Okay, if we don't see this movie,
what are we gonna do?

I didn't say
I didn't want to see the movie.

-Oh!
-I'll see the fucking movie.

I'm dying to.

I'd put it way above Call Me by Your Name

but sort of below Dallas Buyers.

Well, it got me in the end.

Yeah, but why does it
always have to be so tragic?

I don't know.
Philadelphia, Milk, Brokeback.

Happy endings don't win Oscars.

Straight people love
seeing us miserable.

- Mmm.
- Wait, Aaron Shepard?

Josh Evans? Holy shit!

-Hey, man. Bro! Nice to see you.
-What is up, dude?

It's been for-fucking-ever.

Aaron and I,
we played hockey in high school.

This is my fiancée, Samantha.

-Hey!
-Hey. Nice to meet you.

This is Bobby.

-Hey.
-Hey.

We just saw The Treasure Inside.
It's about closeted gay frontiersmen.

Oh. Okay. Nice.

It's just some dumb movie.

Oh, wait. I wanna see that.
Gay guys are my jam.

So, what are you guys
doing here?

Just a little trip. It's her first time
in New York City. This city is sick.

-It really is.
-Yeah.

Well… awesome!

Yeah. Nice to meet you, Bob.

Nice to meet you guys.

That is crazy. I never run into
anybody from my hometown.

Oh, yeah, bro. Totally, bro.
Just some dumb movie, bro.

I had the biggest crush
on him in high school.

Yep. That tracks.

Well, like the bearded lady
in The Greatest Showman, this is me.

Oh.

The faux Chicago Cub?

Yeah.
His husband just sent me that.

Wow. They are extremely hot.

Yeah, Mike and Doug.
They're these roided-out meatheads.

They're not the brightest,
but they're sweet.

Do you wanna go over there?

Wait. Are you ditching me again

to go fuck the baseball cosplayer
and his husband?

No, I'm not ditching you.
I'm inviting you.

Why don't you just come upstairs?

Uh… I don't really do the whole
relationship thing very well.

Relationship?

When did I say I wanted to be
in a relationship with you?

We literally hung out one day.

Yeah, but if I go upstairs,
it becomes like a whole thing and…

Whatever. We should just go over there.
It'll be fun.

I'm not gonna go, but you should go.
Can I ask you one thing though?

Why did you text me
if you didn't wanna hook up?

I'm not angry. I'm just honestly curious.

I didn't say I didn't wanna-- I--

I guess I had fun talking to you
at the club,

and I wanted to say, "Hey, what's up?"

"Hey, what's up?"
So basically you texted me

when you were feeling hungover
and lonely in that moment,

but you're not actually into me,
but you went on the date anyway.

Why are gay guys so weird?

Actually, you know, we're not weird.

We're just constantly catering
to our own whims and needs,

which can change on a dime,
but we never even think about

the emotional consequences
of the other person.

Anyway, it's been a blast
catering to your whims.

And, honestly,
I can't really say anything about it

because I do the same thing to people
all the time, so…

-Fun day.
-Fun day.

- And, um…
- Yeah.

-Have fun with those guys.
-Okay. Bye.

Bobby, wait.

I had a really nice time today.

Me too.

I never go on dates,
but that was really fun.

Yeah. I had a really good time too.

Hey, I'm gonna go.

Oh, really?

Yeah.

Is everything okay?
Is this weird?

Oh, no, no, no. No, it's fun.
It's great. I'm just gonna go.

-Okay.
-Okay. I'll see you.

-All right. Bye.
-Okay. Bye.

Hey, guys. I'm gonna go.
Thank you so much.

-No. You're leaving?
-Yeah, I gotta go.

-It was nice meeting you.
-Yeah, you too. It was lovely.

-Thank you. Night.
-All right.

Okay. Okay.

Thanks for coming.
We're convinced Brian's gay,

and I think it's good for him
to have his gay uncle around.

Oh, my God. Of course. I'm always here
to be a good "guncle" to my "g-nephew."

Uncle Bobby, will you read my report?
It's about Freddie Mercury.

He's obsessed with Bohemian Rhapsody.

Oh, my God. I love this.

And like that movie, does your report take
a story about one of the great gay icons

and make it about that one time
he maybe had sex with a woman?

-I thought Freddie Mercury was bi.
-He had a wife.

Yeah, well, so did Jesus, and he was gay.

This is excellent
and an improvement on the film. Good job!

What are those GIFs from The Hangover?

Nothing. This guy I went out with
won't stop texting me.

A guy?

Really? Like a Grindr guy?

No, shockingly.
I actually met this one in real life.

Bobby! That's fantastic!
You think you're gonna see him again?

No. He told me he prefers
group sex to one-on-one

because one-on-one is too intense
and makes it a whole thing.

We went on one date,
and we had sex with three people.

Gay relationships these days
are like a clown car.

Oh, there's another one.
Oh, look, another one. Another one.

It's ridiculous.
Plus, I don't think I'm his type.

-How do you know?
-Because I know.

He told me he likes country music,
and his favorite singer is Garth Brooks.

What kind of gay man says
his favorite singer is Garth Brooks?

That scares me.

Plus, I see the guys he likes.
They all look exactly like him.

They're all these big, hot,
straight-acting dudes. It's just not me.

-Is he a top or bottom?
-What does that have to do with anything?

Maybe you're both bottoms,
and that's the problem.

I'm not always the bottom, Edgar.

Bottom dance!

- Yeah!
- Ooh! Bottom dance!

Ooh-ooh. Uh-uh-uh.

Oh, my God.

Gay sex was more fun

when straight people
were uncomfortable with it.

Fucking Schitt's Creek.

Maybe we should stop talking about
anal sex in front of your children.

-Oh, please. It's a natural part of life.
-Nah.

Bobby! Ask him out again.
You never like anyone.

He is so handsome.

-So are you.
-Dude, you're a hottie.

He is on another level.
He's like gay Tom Brady.

When I'm with him,
I feel like friggin' Elphaba.

I bet he's as intimidated by you

-as you are by him.
-Oh, yeah.

I'm telling you.
He's scared of being vulnerable.

Gay guys from your generation still have
all these pent-up masculinity issues.

You all need to get over it already.

Half the kids in Brian's class
are nonbinary.

Well, it's not fair, Tina.
We had AIDS, and they had Glee.

But there is a work thing I was thinking
of maybe inviting him to. Maybe.

What, a work thing?
With lots of celebrities and fancy people?

Now, are you gonna
peacock to impress him?

No! It's just a big fundraiser
for the museum,

and I need to bring someone.

Are you gonna be onstage?

No, I am not going to be "onstage." Okay?

I am not some sort of
narcissistic sociopath.

Thank you, Doja Cat.

Everyone, there are rock paintings
in Zimbabwe which depict homosexuality

that date back to the year 2,000 BCE.

If only the men on those paintings
had lived another 4,000 years

to see a character come out
on It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia.

Who did your chin?

Oh, no. It's real.

Yeah. Mine too.

Please continue to give generously

so the museum can tell all the stories
in between that have never been told.

Thank you very much. Good night.

Yeah, all right!

Hey, I'm so sorry I left you alone.
Things got a little crazy.

No. Hey, dude, you were awesome.

I mean, I could never do that,

speak in front of
a bunch of people like that.

You move in some pretty fancy circles.
I had no idea.

Trust me, it's not always this glamorous.

-Bobby, that was amazing, as always.
-Oh. Thank you, Charles.

-Congrats on everything.
-Thank you so much. Thank you for coming.

- Thank you.
- Great speech, Bobby!

Hi. Thank you so much.

Hey, do you wanna see the museum?
I can give you a private tour.

Oh, sure. I don't wanna drag you
away from all this though.

-Oh, no. It's fine. Here. That way.
-Yeah. Okay.

This is The Legends Pavilion.
Unsung heroes from LGBTQ+ history.

Marsha P. Johnson and Sylvia Rivera.

Usually Stonewall is the only thing
straight people know about queer history.

Truthfully, no one really knows
who threw the first bricks at Stonewall,

but it was trans women of color
like Marsha and Sylvia

who drove the earliest days
of the queer liberation movement.

So what do you think?
It's pretty incredible, right?

Yeah! I mean, it's really impressive.

But?

But it's kinda depressing.

It's depressing?
It made you depressed?

It's AIDS and Nazis and homophobia.

All of it's just--
it's kind of a downer.

Okay. Well, what were you expecting?
A Night at the Museum?

Honestly, my family loves that movie.

-Oh, okay.
-Oh! What if you did something like that?

Where the things, they come alive,
and they talk at you.

"Where the things come alive,
and they talk at you"?

-Yeah.
-Like, what exactly?

Oh, oh. What if we had
a bust of Eleanor Roosevelt, right?

-Yeah.
-And you get really close.

And then all of a sudden, you realize
that's not Eleanor Roosevelt.

-It's Amy Schumer.
-Oh.

No! It's a museum.
It's not supposed to be fun.

Bobby! We've got
Debra Messing's agent on the Zoom.

It's urgent.

Debra's worried that
she's on the verge of being canceled.

She said in an interview that
she was the Viola Davis of Tufts,

and people are mad.

Her agent is saying that she may give
a very big donation to the museum

to save face.

Who's Debra Messing?

From Will & Grace. Oh, my God!

Okay, wait. This is amazing.

Stay here. I'll be back in five minutes.

-Sure. Yep.
-Okay.

Aaron?

Aaron?

What the fuck?

Say hi to your brother.

-Sup.
-Sup.

Jason's staying here
while he figures out where to live.

Never get divorced, Aaron.

Never get married.

Okay, Mom. I'm sorry, I'm at work,
so I should probably get going.

Oh, I almost forgot to tell you.

Do you remember Josh Evans?

Yeah, Josh Evans from high school.

I actually ran into him and his fiancée
on the street the other day.

Well, they just broke up.
And you wanna know why?

Because he's gay.

Josh Ev-- No.

I'm definitely embarrassed
about how long this has taken me,

but I'm told people do this
in their own time.

I've been empowered by my hero,
Colton Underwood,

to say that, as it turns out,

I'm gay.

And like this post
if you like that I'm gay. Peace.

Holy shit.

So we started going back and forth
for a while,

and then at the end, I was just like,
"Why don't you call the album Lemonade?"

Bobby? When you're ready.

-What?
-When you're ready.

Sorry.

Okay. People wonder if America
is ready for its first gay president.

I say, we already had one.

For the final wing, please consider,

The Lincoln Letters:
A Gay American Love Story.

For years, historians have speculated
about Lincoln's sexuality.

He shared a bed and exchanged intimate
letters with multiple men over the years,

including Joshua Speed
and David Derickson.

Okay, I'm stopping you.

Bobby, it won't work.
You can't say Lincoln was gay.

Why?

There's no way to confirm
those were sexual relationships.

There's no evidence of love.

Of course there's no evidence
of love, Robert.

We weren't allowed to exist.
How would we have enough evidence?

Lincoln was married to a woman
and had four children.

He was not gay, Bobby.

He might have been bi.

I am telling you!

We have let the world erase gay
love stories since the beginning of time.

This is our chance to reject the shame
and restore the truth.

And if we don't do this,
we're letting them win.

We're letting
the heterosexual terrorists win.

-The heterosexual terrorists?
-That's right.

There are also gay terrorists.

And there are bi terrorists, okay?
There are many bisexual terrorists.

Okay, there are trans terrorists too.

Caitlyn Jenner.

Enough, people. Let's vote on it.

Okay.

Looks like we have two votes
for The Great Bisexuals of the World.

Thank you, someone.

And three votes for The Lincoln Letters.
Lincoln wins.

Yes! Thank you. Thank you.

Debra Messing is in the building.

Yes, my girl.

-Are you okay? Debra Messing.
-Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm fine.

Okay. Wish me luck.

Ms. Messing.

Oh, please call me Debra.

Oh! I love this space.
How did you find it?

Oh. God. How did we find it?

Um… I don't know. I'm sorry.

Are you okay, dear?

You seem a little flustered.

Trust me. I know I'm Debra Messing,
but I'm only human.

Right. Um, no, I'm fine. It's a--

I'm so sorry. It's boy problems.
It's nothing.

-It's stupid.
-Oh.

Yeah. He was actually here last night.

He came to the fundraiser with me,
and then out of nowhere, he left.

And I keep texting him
and he doesn't text me back.

I don't know. It doesn't matter.
How are you?

I am so excited for this tour.

Can I just ask you really quickly?

Because I actually think
you're the perfect person to ask.

What is going on?

You know, is he not interested in me
or did something really come up?

And why am I thinking about it so much?
That's what's so annoying.

Because I'm never distracted like this.
This is not who I am.

And it's like, what do I do now?
Do I text him again? Do I call him?

Do I go to his house, you know?

What do I do, Debra?

You know, for the last 25 years,

I have been listening to
every gay man on earth complain to me.

I am not my character.
I am not every gay man's best friend.

I am simply out in the world thinking
that I'm gonna get a tour of a museum,

but no. No!

Did I waltz in here
and lay all my shit on you?

Answer me! Answer me!

-I'm just-- I--
-Shut up!

I am a divorced single mother.

You wanna hear what that's like?

I'm so sorry about this.
I'm terribly embarrassed.

Please let me start again.

Hey. Whoa, whoa, whoa.
What's going on in here?

Do you have some personal shit
you wanna complain to me about?

-No.
-Of course not.

Because lesbians have their shit together.

I gotta go. I lose my sitter in an hour.

Ms. Messing, please come back.
I'm so sorry.

I am not Grace.

It is a character.

I won an Emmy for it.

I even beat Sarah Jessica Parker!
People forget!

I'm shaving my head.

What the fuck is this doing here?

Bobby!
What is going on with you?

Debra Messing just told you to fuck off.

The door's fucking locked.

Oh, please let me help you.

No. I want her.

Don't call him.

Don't call him. Don't call him.

Do not call him.

Just watch Ozark. Ozark.
Like a normal person.

Hey, it's me.

Um… Call me when you're around. Okay, bye.

Hey, what's up?

What's up?

Sorry I haven't replied.
I've just been busy.

No worries. Same.

You wanna hang out this weekend?

Hey, Bobby. I have to be honest.
I really like hanging out with you.

You're so smart and funny,

but I'm not sure
I'm the right match for you.

I'm not sure I'm at your level.

Maybe your friends were right
when they said I was boring.

Good luck with everything.

Oh, come on.

Sure.

Why are you sitting on the grass
and not this gigantic blanket?

I like grass.

Mmm. Cool. Cool.

So, what's up?

What's been going on?

Oh, wait. Crazy story.

Remember that guy I ran into?
That old buddy from high school?

-Yeah.
-Yeah. He just came out.

What?

Broke up with his fiancée. I had no idea.

-Wow.
-Crazy.

-Good for him.
-Yeah, it's cool.

Very cool.

Okay, I'm sorry. What is going on?

What do you mean?

The other night.
Leaving me at the museum like that.

And then you didn't return
any of my texts.

Well, you texted me 15 times.
It was a little scary.

Okay, I need you
to be honest with me.

You're not attracted to me, right?

It's okay. I can handle it.
I won't be insulted.

I just need to know. Just be honest
with me so I don't waste my time.

I'm not your type, right?

Bobby, it's not that.
You are a very attractive guy.

Okay. Well, thanks.

So why are you being so weird
and passive-aggressive?

Look, you're being very loud, actually.

-You like dumb guys.
-What?

Yeah, you heard me.
I see what you like.

You like these big,
fuckin' bro-ey meathead idiots.

Is that what you like, Aaron?
Yeah?

-You wanna play with the big boys, huh?
-Yep.

Look, Aaron, they're fighting.
You wanna be in the fight?

You wanna be back in the old
high school locker room, huh?

With your hockey friends stealing a glance
at fucking Josh, right? Huh?

-Yeah, you like that?
-Hey.

-Yeah, I can be tough.
-Wow.

I can be tough like your boys.

-That's what you like?
-You stop that. Listen to me.

Now you're on my blanket, bro.

-Get on my blanket.
-Now I'm on your blanket.

Now you wanna get on my big blanket?

Now you wanna be on my big blanket?

-I can be aggressive.
-I can be way more aggressive.

-Yeah?
-Yeah? Yeah.

Hey, hey, hey! What's going on?

I'm all over your blanket.

Boys? Oh.

-Okay, man.
-My bad.

I would've helped him.

My place is near here.

-Let's go the fuck home.
-Yeah.

Ow! Ow! Oh, ow!

-Whoa, whoa!
-Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah. I like that. I like that.

-You like that?
-I like that.

You're gonna take that?
Yeah, that's what you like.

Yeah. Oh, yeah. Dirty.

-Oh, yeah.
-Oh, God.

Oh, yeah.

-Oh, yeah? Yeah?
-Oh, yeah.

Uh-huh.

-You like that? Yes, okay.
-Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.

-Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.
-Yeah.

Yeah.

Okay. Good? Yeah?

- Ooh, yeah? You gonna tap out?
- Yeah, yeah, I'll tap out.

-Yeah? Oh, yeah. Yeah.
-I'll tap out.

-Say, "Tap out." Tap out!
-I'll tap out!

-Are you good? Are you good?
-I tapped out.

-Okay, I'm sorry.
-I tapped out.

Oh! Oh!

-Great. Yeah, you like that?
-Uh-huh. Uh-huh.

-You like that?
-Uh-huh.

-You like that? You like that?
-Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah.

-You like that? Oh, yeah. You like that?
-Yeah, yeah, yeah.

-Yeah. Yeah.
-Yeah, yeah, yeah.

-You like poppers?
-Yeah.

Okay.

Uh-huh.

-That was crazy.
-Yeah.

I like how your chest
goes in like that.

Oh. Thank you.

It's called a concave chest.

Well, I like it.

It's like a tiny birdbath.

It's like a birdbath?

Great. I always wanted my chest
to look exactly like a tiny birdbath.

It's what every man wants.

I like how hairy you are.

You're like Austin Powers.

Thank you.

God, I never thought
I would date someone

who gets more excited about Austin Powers
than Debra Messing.

Where did I go wrong?

Wait. Are we dating?

No.

We're not dating.
Please. I was joking.

You don't date people.
I don't date people.

We don't date people.

-Remember?
-I remember.

Ow! What are you doing?

So annoying how good a warm body feels
laying on another warm body.

Ugh.

-Hmm?
-I hate getting work emails on a Sunday.

Your job is really intense.

Yes, and I hate it.

It's fucking stressful and depressing
and so fucking boring. I--

I fucking hate it.

I'm sorry.

Was there something else you wanted to do?

Bobby, I need to tell you something.

When I was younger…

-What happened?
-I--

You can tell me.

When I was younger,
I wanted to make little chocolates.

You wanted to make… little chocolates?

Yes. I used to tell my parents that
I was going to the arcade at the mall,

but I would sneak off to Godiva.

I just loved how
all the chocolates were wrapped.

And I thought about how
I would design my own chocolates.

How each little chocolate
has its own specific, unique design on it.

And that little design tells you
what they're gonna taste like.

So, I would draw my own chocolates
in a notepad.

It's all I thought about,

tiny little pretty chocolates.

That's good.

What was I gonna do with that, though?
What was I gonna be?

A chocolatier?

Bobby, I wasn't gonna be
a fucking chocolatier.

I don't know. Why not?

It seemed kinda faggy.

Oh, my God, Aaron.

Faggy?

It's not faggy to spend your life
making pretty little chocolates.

-Bobby.
-Okay, fine. But so what?

So you're a big fag. So am I. It's great.

Did you not realize that a few minutes ago

when you were sticking
your enormous penis into my tiny anus?

Okay, yeah. It's kind of cliché,
don't you think?

I'd rather be a cliché than be miserable.

Well, my 15-year-old brain in 1995,
that is all I thought about.

That was right around the time
that my brother caught me.

Hooking up with a guy?

No. No, I was making little chocolates.

Oh.

I lied, and I said that I was…

making chocolates for this girl
that I had a crush on at school.

I'm sorry. This is the cutest thing
I've ever heard.

I guess you just have
this big, exciting life.

I just didn't want you to think
that I was some boring schlub.

I don't think you're boring.

Your friend said I was boring.

Oh, my God. You were mad about that?

I was joking. I'm sorry.

But I don't understand.

You don't have to be stuck
in that miserable office all day.

You could be out in the world,
I don't know, making fudge. You know?

You're like a Keebler elf
with internalized homophobia.

You have to do this.
You have to become a chocolatier.

Oh, Bobby.

You have to become a chocolatier.
I'm telling you.

You make that sound so easy.

Well, no. It's not easy.

Nothing's easy.

My God. You know what
I have to do this weekend?

I have to drag my concave chest up
to Provincetown and beg donors for money.

I need five million dollars
or else the museum can't open.

And it's Pride up there,

so the museum has to have a float
in the parade, and that's a whole thing.

I'm telling you, it is not easy.
It is never easy.

But it's worth it.

Hey, maybe I can come.

To where?

Provincetown?

Oh.

Yeah.

Well, come, come, come.
Welcome. I'm Louis.

Let me show you your bedroom.

Thank you. Oh, my God.
This house is so beautiful.

How long have you had this place?

I've been coming up
to P-town since 1976.

Wow.

Who are all these guys?

Well, actually, that's me.

Oh, my God. Louis, you were so hot.

Yeah, I know.

Wow. Do any of these guys
still come up here too?

No.

By 1996, four of the seven of them
were gone.

I got this place in 1999
when I realized that somehow,

miraculously, I was gonna survive.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

So, tell me.
What are you boys up to today?

Well, I have a work thing this afternoon,
so I don't really know.

-Probably just lay low.
-Lay low?

You're in P-town. Go out. Have fun.

You'll be dead soon enough. Come on.

-Let me show you your room.
-All right.

Here's your bedroom.

Oh, my God!

Oh, wow.

- And if you wanna fuck, you let me know.
- Oh.

-Mmm.
-Yeah.

Hey, I need to grab something.

-Oh, shit. I'm sorry.
-Bobby.

-Why are you walking in here?
-Sorry. I thought you were in the shower.

It's not steroids. It's just testosterone.

Isn't that dangerous for your liver
and balls and stuff?

No. Half the guys I know do this stuff.

Yeah, but half the guys you know
are roided-out morons.

Yeah, that doesn't seem to bother you
when you're obsessing over my body.

Okay, that's fair. I'm gonna shower.

You have a really nice voice.

What?

I heard you singing in the shower.

Well, that's mortifying.

Wait, so you're asking this guy
to donate the remaining five million?

No. If I can get one million out of him,
I'll take it.

You can't scare these people off
by seeming too needy.

Kind of like with you.

Who's Lawrence Grape?

Larry Grape.
Biggest gay TV producer on the planet.

He's made all this groundbreaking
queer content. He's major.

Mr. Grape, I'm thinking the final wing
should be about Lincoln.

Love that. Love Lincoln.

Very few people know this,

but our most popular president
was also our first gay president.

Sorry. This is a Lincoln museum?
Is this a Lincoln museum, sir?

This is actually an LGBTQ history museum.

It's the first of its kind
on a national level. We actually--

That fucking bush!

Come on.

My neighbors planted that bush,
and it blocks my view.

Can you believe that?

Let's go take care of this.

- Again with this?
- This is my property, Maurice.

This is a shared borderline!

This is a fucking disaster.
He won't even listen to me.

He's too busy getting
his rottweiler ready for Pride.

Okay. From my experience at my job,

weird rich people
just want to be listened to.

Ask him what he's interested in.

But I don't care what he's interested in.
I'm here to pitch him my idea.

Well, then pretend like you're interested.
Just do a listening face.

-Do a listening face?
-Yeah.

-Mmm. Yeah.
-I can't.

Yes. Come on. Go.

Okay.

-Yes. Yes.
-Really?

That looked like I'm listening?

Totally.

-…on my property!
-It's an indigenous bush!

-Are you going to Pride?
-Of course.

-See you there. Love you.
-I love you too.

All right. Listening.
I'll try it. I'll try it.

Sorry. I have to get going, boys.

Oh, Mr. Grape, let me ask you something.

Um, what would you like
to see in the museum?

A haunted house of gay trauma.

A haunted house of gay trauma?

Yeah. It's a cart on a track,
and there's--

I'm sorry. This is a ride?

Yeah, it's a fucking ride.
So you think a ride is too much?

Um, no. No.

No, no, no, no. It's perfect.
Please, keep going.

Okay. We find ourselves
in an intimate little bar

with some young, hot animatronic men.

The men turn to dance with each other
when suddenly, boom!

A cop car smashes through the wall.

Police storm out of the cars.

There's sirens and batons
and voices screaming.

And suddenly, the car takes off
like a roller coaster,

and there's blood everywhere,

and a monster with Reagan's face on it
is chasing you down the hallway saying,

"Shining city on a hill.
Shining city on a hill."

And then we shoot out into the light.

And it ends on something happy,

like Lil Nas X working out
with pink dumbbells.

Wow.

A gay trauma coaster.

I mean, it's-- it's very provocative.

I just don't think we can afford
that sort of thing, unfortunately.

Right. Well, okay,
it was so lovely meeting you g--

Mr. Grape. Mr. Grape.

-I'm not a creative guy. I'm a money guy.
-No, no, no, no.

No, no.

I can tell you,
to accomplish what you want,

we need more than just a little donation.

No, Aaron--

We need five million dollars.

And you won't just get
the gay trauma coaster.

You get the Lincoln exhibit.
You get all of it.

You rewrite history
for an entire LGBTQ community.

You're a storyteller, Lawrence,
and this is the ultimate story.

You already pushed
the museum opening back twice.

Is it really happening?

Yes! It's definitely happening. I promise.
My entire life has led up to this.

Right, well, five million dollars
is nothing to rewrite history. I'm in!

-Wait, really?
-Yes! Yes!

Oh, my God! Mr. Grape, thank you!

Of course. Congratulations on my money.

-Happy Pride.
-Happy Pride!

Now I have to go to a Pride party,
and you're both too old to be in the pool.

Please leave.

Aaron! Oh, my God!

You're a genius! "You're a storyteller"?
Where did that even come from?

I told you I'm good
at talking to weird rich folk.

I could tell he had money to spend.

I don't know what to say.
Thank you.

Sure.

Oh, my God.

Shit! I've gotta go to the parade.
I've gotta get on that stupid float.

I'll see you after.

-Okay.
-Okay.

Thank you.

Okay.

I kissed you!
Are we kissing each other now?

I don't know! Bye!

Bobby!

You're gorgeous.

What? You are.

I still can't believe
what you did with Lawrence today.

That was amazing!

Five million dollars!

It's not that big a deal.

It is a huge deal. Are you kidding me?

I always have to do everything for myself.
No one ever does shit like that for me.

You know, what you did for me,
you could do for yourself.

Open a chocolate shop. I don't know.

I'm not opening a chocolate shop.

I'm not as confident as you.

Oh, please. I'm not that confident.

You are the most confident person I know,
like, to a fault.

It's actually-- It's kind of scary.

Trust me. It's all an act.

Confidence is just a choice you make.
It's a decision like any other.

Usually born out of necessity.

You think I have a good singing voice now?

You should have heard me when I was a kid.
I was even better.

Had American Idol existed then,

I would've been the gay guy
with an amazing voice who comes in second.

And then let's see.
Then I went to college.

And my musical theater teacher,

he told me that I had a "gay walk"
and a "flamboyant quality"

which would "limit my options."

And then for grad school,

I went to one of the best
journalism schools in the country.

And my teacher there, this old,
closeted queen who was married to a woman,

pulled me aside and thought
he was doing me a favor

when he told me
that I should stick to writing

because my voice sounded too gay
to do the news on TV.

True story.

And then I did stick to writing
and my gay history books.

Every single publisher, every single one,

told me there wasn't enough
of an audience for it.

I was always too gay, or I was too niche.

Or, you know, I made people uncomfortable.

Even my dad,
who was so wonderful and supportive,

I remember him saying,

"You know, not everyone wants to hear
this gay stuff all the time."

But what was I supposed to do?

I mean, I'm a writer.

I wanted to write about my life,
my friends, my world.

And I'm telling you,
enough people tell you things like that,

no matter how confident you are,

when you're alone at night,

you start to think
that maybe they're right.

So…

I just put my head down.

And I just worked really hard.

And I just hoped that, somehow,

all these other people were wrong.

And they were.

And they were.

I mean,

I spent years watching a wave
of mediocre straight men passing me by.

Men with half the talent,
who worked half as hard,

who didn't care as much as I did,
and they got twice as far. Always.

I mean, that's an old story, but…

And, you know,
the world caught up with us.

Didn't catch up fast enough.

Didn't catch up fast enough

for my parents to see
all these great things happen for me.

Right?

Didn't catch up fast enough
for a lot of people.

That's the truth.

Let me tell you,

confidence is just knowing you're
the only person left you can count on.

That's all that is.

That's all.

Want another beer?

Sure.

Sorry. That was a lot.

Did that weird you out?

I love this song!

That is a weird dance.

Excuse me.
At least I dance.

I can dance.

I have never seen you dance.
Literally no one has.

-Really?
-No.

-Wanna see me dance?
-Yes.

Uh-oh.

Very good. There you go!

Come on.

I want you to fuck me.

Are you sure?

When was the last time you did that?

It's been a while.

But I want you to.

-Okay.
-Good.

All right.
Here you go. Merry Christmas.

Thank you. Merry Christmas.

Okay. All right.

- Okay. Great. Fine.
- Okay. Ready? Let's go.

Okay, it's gonna be good.

-It's all worth it. It's all worth it.
-Yeah.

What's up? Aaron!

- Wh--
- What's up, man?

I was wondering
when I was gonna run into you.

…seven of us.

Hey, congratulations on everything.

Yeah, thank you.
Yeah, it's been crazy, man.

Cool. So, yeah,
what have you been doing?

Louis was like,
"No, I need to see options."

And then he started sending me
Airbnb options.

-Am I boring you?
-No, no, no.

I'm like, "No, we deserve--"

Mistletoe, bitches!

-Bobby!
-What do you want?

I want you.

What's up?

Um, where do we stand on this?

Where do we stand on what?

- Momogany.
- Oh.

On "momogany"?

Are we open? What are we into?
What are we doing?

This is just like When Harry Met Sally…

What do you mean?

That classic scene where Billy Crystal
runs to Meg Ryan on New Year's Eve

and asks her if she wants to
have an open relationship.

Bu-- But--

I mean, I'm not into monogamy, you know.

But I don't think we should be
constantly fucking other people.

No.

Why do you ask?

Oh.

-You wanna fuck your little hockey friend.
-No, I wanna fuck you.

Oh, that's nice.

But maybe he's there too.

He's very hot.

Hi, Joshua.

-Hey.
-Hey.

Hi.

I'm Steve.

-Hey, Steve.
-Hey, Steve.

Hi, Steve.

Hi, Steve.

Hey.

Sorry.

Hey.

Pillow fight!

Can I have a massage?

Like…

Sure.

I got really tight hamstrings.

Cool.

Oh, yeah. Right there.

Ignore me!
I think I left my scarf in here.

Henry!

Get out!

Bobby Leiber!

You made some friends.

-Hi, Henry!
-Hey, Steve.

Oh, sure.

I am so hungover.

Thank you.

So, I may have been wrong about the
whole hooking up with other people thing.

-Okay.
-I don't know. I just--

I want to be cool and free,

and I don't want to be lame,

but actually seeing you--
I don't know. It just--

It wasn't working for me.

Yeah, no, totally. I get it.

You sure?

Yeah.

Okay.

Thank you.

Sorry,
my mom will not stop texting me.

When do your folks get here again?

The 21st. She wants to do the whole
"magical Christmas in New York" thing.

They love sightseeing.
I have no idea what to do with them.

Well, if you need me, I'll be home
hate-watching Hallheart Christmas movies.

Hey,

do you maybe want to spend Christmas
with me and my folks?

Really?

Because, honestly,
I am totally fine alone.

That is very sweet of you though.

No, you shouldn't be alone. That's crazy.

Okay.

Yeah, that'll be fun.

And, honestly, no one knows New York City
better than me.

I will plan the ultimate
New York City Christmas,

as only a New York City Jew could.

Amazing.

But just keep in mind, you know,
they're quiet folks from a small town.

Aaron, I understand.
You and I come from different worlds.

I'm from New York City,
you're from upstate New York.

I mean, they're sweet, but just…

If you could just be, like, chill.

I promise I won't embarrass you.

And Mrs. Shepard,
these are the first holiday windows

to ever feature a sex-positive Tiny Tim.

And it's so important.

We don't get queer characters
in the stories that we read as kids.

There's no gay Cinderella,
there's no lesbian Rapunzel,

there's no nonbinary Ebenezer Scrooge.

Bobby, I think they get it.

Guys, we've gotta go.

I told Josh Evans we would meet him

at the Hallheart Christmas
movie pop-up village.

-We're seeing Josh Evans?
-I didn't know.

Let's do it.

Are you a Hallheart fan?

I dabble.

This is so beautiful.

I know, I love it.

There's Josh.

Wearing shorts in winter,
like a total psychopath.

Oh, my goodness.

They have Rachael Ray edible tinsel.

Josh! Evans!

Hey, fellas.
How's Hallheart Village treating ya?

Hey.

Did you see the gay movie that they did?
It was kinda dope.

Yeah, for years they ignored us, then
their audience got 10% less homophobic,

so they decided we're a new demographic
they can sell shit to.

I mean, look at these movies.

Have Yourself
A Heteronormative Little Christmas,

Miracle on 34th Street
But With One Gay Guy,

Home Alone But With Sarah Paulson.
I mean, it's absurd.

- Josh.
- Hey.

-Merry Christmas.
-Hey, man.

Come get skates.

I want to see you and Aaron
back out on the ice for old time's sake.

Bobby, Josh and Aaron
played hockey together in high school.

Oh, I know.

-Come on.
-Hey, man, what's going on? How you doing?

Dude, what is your problem?

What?

Could you just maybe
tone it down a notch?

I'm sorry, I don't understand.

We've been with my parents for two hours,

and you've already talked about
transgender mannequins, HIV prevention,

and you pointed out
the route to the 1976 Dyke March.

They're having fun. They're totally fine.
What is your problem?

I'm nervous, okay?
I've never introduced them to anybody.

I just don't want them
to get weirded out.

I want them to have a chill, normal time.

So now I'm not normal?

Bobby, you know what I mean.

I'm just being myself.

Okay, but maybe you could just be
a little less yourself for three hours.

I want them to like you.

Oh. Yeah. No, sure.

Of course, yeah. I'll just--

I'll just be quiet.

Okay, thank you.

Bobby! Oh, my God, hi!

Hi.

Jesus Christ.

We have to go anyway.
We have a dinner reservation.

Where's dinner again?

Hey, Dad, how are the Polar Bears doing?

That's the team
Josh and I used to play on.

They haven't won all year.

I told Josh they need you boys
to come back.

Bobby, you seem quiet tonight.
Is everything all right?

Oh, yeah. I'm totally fine. Yeah.

You know, I'm sorry
if I spoke too much today.

I just-- I think I got nervous.

This is actually more like
how I usually am.

I'm very quiet.
Very quiet and just weirdly normal.

Well, thanks again for planning
such a lovely day.

Oh, you're so welcome, Mrs. Shepard.

You sound like one of my students.
Call me Anne.

Okay, I will.

Mom's been a second-grade teacher
for almost 40 years now.

Oh, my God, that's amazing.
We need good teachers, now more than ever.

Thank you. I agree.

And Aaron says you're working
at an American history museum.

Yes. Yes, it is.

It's an American history museum.

Mm-hmm.

Well, it's actually
an LGBTQ history museum.

It's the first major
queer history museum in America.

Do you teach your students
any gay history?

'Cause I know in a few states,
they're finally starting to do it.

Well, I teach second grade,
so no.

Oh. Right. No, I understand. Yeah.

Out of curiosity, why not?

Well,

I just think
they're a little young for that.

Of course. Yeah. No, I understand that.

-I don't think so though.
-Bobby.

No, no, no, I'm just saying.
If I may disagree respectfully.

That's actually the best time
to teach them, when they're young.

You know, that way they develop
an appreciation for queer people

before they all start bullying each other
or hating themselves if they're gay.

Maybe you're right.

Feels a little young though.

Right.

Totally. I get it.

-I will drop it. Agree to disagree.
-Yeah.

-Cheers to that.
-Yes.

So when are you guys heading home--

It's not really that young though.
It's not that young.

Bobby, can you please drop it?

No, I can't, because we're talking about
gay kids here, and it's important.

One of the things that saved me

is that my parents exposed me
to gay stories when I was a kid.

When I was 12 years old-- this is true--

my parents took me to see a Broadway play
called Love and Compassion.

It was about a group of gay men spending
the summer together in Provincetown.

And all of a sudden the curtain goes up,

and there are seven
completely naked gay men on stage.

And there I am, sitting between
my mom and dad at age 12,

looking at seven soft penises.

Shit.

And all of a sudden,
two of the guys start making out,

and then one of them
starts talking dirty, you know?

And I remember this so vividly,

there was a sex scene
and one of the guys is like,

"Pound my prostate. Pound my prostate."
You know, "Milk me. Milk me."

And I didn't even know what that was.
I mean, now I do.

But, you know, it was incredible.

You know, to know that I could sit there,
between my mom and dad,

looking at seven penises.

Seven penises, Anne. I was 12.

And to know that they were okay with that,
I mean, that had a profound effect on me.

All I'm saying is, we need to remove
the stigma from that type of thing,

so that gay kids can feel good
about themselves. That's all I'm saying.

I mean, look at Aaron
and how much he hates his life.

-Bobby.
-All I'm saying

is there's a direct correlation
between how unhappy you are with your life

and what you weren't taught
about your potential as a child.

Bobby, stop talking. Seriously, enough.

I will kill you.

Aaron, you hate your life?

Your brother's a real chatterbox.

Hey, are you mad?

Me? No, I'm great.

Josh just texted me.
I'm gonna meet him at that bar.

I think we should go home and talk.

Really? You want to talk more?

I think it's better than
partying with Josh,

the self-loathing meathead
who took 40 years to come out.

Not everybody's you, Bobby.

Okay, but 40 years? J.R.R. Tolkien
took less time with his journey.

God, you are fucking relentless.

"Aaron hates his life"?

God.

Hey.

Hey!

Fuck!

-Okay, okay, okay, okay.
-Big man.

Dude. No.

Hey. Just kiss me.

Aaron.

Hey, Bob.

Shit, Bobby, we were just playing around.

You were just playing around?
What the fuck is wrong with you?

Bobby, Bobby.

-Josh, leave.
-I'm sorry.

-Get the fuck out of here!
-Bobby, calm down.

Oh, my God, I knew it. I fucking knew it.

Just say it. Can you please just say it?

Finally, just fucking say it,
because I already know.

-You're not attracted to me.
-What?

I see the guys you look at,
at the gym and the club.

Everywhere. Everywhere we go.

Okay, Bobby--

Go be with him if that's what you want,

but I will not let you
drag me into this any further.

And I will not let you break my heart.
I am too smart for that.

Bobby, why did you say that shit about me
in front of my parents?

I begged you not to embarrass me,
but you couldn't help yourself.

What is wrong with you?

What is wrong with me?

"Tone it down, Bobby.

Be quiet, Bobby.

Can't you be a little bit
less of yourself?

Just for a few hours."

You don't think I know what that means?

You don't think I know
what that's code for?

You don't think I've been hearing that
my whole fucking life?

That's what you think about me?

I'm not apologizing for myself.
I will leave that to you.

Hey, question for you
because you know everyone.

I need a makeover.

Oh, yeah. Let's go to a spa weekend.

No, I want steroids or testosterone
or HGH or something.

I keep working out but I don't get bigger.

I want to look like a fucking action star.

Forget Provincetown. I want people
to think I have a summer share on Jumanji.

I'm sick of being niche.
I want to be Thor.

You know that steroids
don't make you big on their own, right?

You still have to work out

-and you can't miss the window.
-I know.

Let's fucking go.

Ow.

No. Fuck!

Stop. What are you doing? Stop that.

Bobby!

-The Lincoln exhibit is canceled.
-Why?

People are threatening a boycott,
they're pulling their donations.

There's not enough proof.

Okay. You want to put Lincoln
back in the closet?

Fine. I'll put him back in the closet,

- I'll put him back in the fucking closet.
- Bobby!

Here.

There you go.

Lincoln is back in the closet
where you all need him to be.

I'm on steroids.

Okay, Bobby, just calm down.

So, Angela and I have proposed that
the final exhibit be called "Post-Gay."

Post-Gay?

Yes, because just being gay is old news.

Okay, so, now I'm too gay for Aaron,
but I'm too straight for you?

Will somebody please tell me
exactly how gay I'm supposed to be?

Poor Abraham Lincoln
can't even be gay now?

Because he wasn't gay, Bobby.

-He was bi, and I have--
-Okay, enough.

You want to get rid of our stories?
Fine. Let's get rid of them.

I have roid rage.

Are you insane?

Enough, Bobby. No.

It's for you. Bye-bye, Buttigieg.

- Stop it, Bobby.
- No.

Bobby.

No. Give it to me.

-Put the flag down.
-Give it to me.

- Angela and the lesbians, hold him down.
- No.

You're on steroids?

You can't tell.

You know what, I don't need this shit.

Me neither. Lesbians, disperse.

I hate the museum,

but most of all,
I really fucking hate storytelling.

She doesn't like telling stories.

Maybe the final wing should be
a big, empty room

where people can go
to just shut the fuck up!

Okay. Yeah. Leave. All of you.

Oh, shit. My window. My workout window.

Hey, bro.

-Hey, bro. What's up?
-What's up?

I'm Joel.

I'm… Rob.

Hey, can you help me with this set, bro?

Yeah, sure, bro. Yeah.

Nice.

-You doing chest?
-Yep.

-Leg day for me, bro.
-Oh, nice.

Gotta work on those hammies.

Yeah. Go put them all on.

I'm doing a superset today.

-Oh, superset?
-Yeah.

Yeah, superset.

-Pack it up, bro. Lots of plates.
-Yeah.

I haven't seen this many plates
since the Jewish holidays, bro.

-Nice, nice.
-Yeah.

We should hang out again sometime.

Maybe watch a game?

Yeah, I'd love that.
I'll give you my number.

Holy shit, dude.
What happened to your voice?

Oh, fuck.

Um… Okay, I'm really sorry.

But, um, I know this is very strange,
but when I--

when I walked up to you in the gym,
I just did this voice, you know?

You know, like, "Hey, bro. What's up?"

I don't know, I just was trying it.

Holy shit, are you a serial killer?

Are you going to fucking kill
a bro right now?

No, no, no. I'm not killing a bro.
I'm so sorry.

No, this is weird. I'm sorry. I'll go.

Yeah, you need to leave right now.

But it kind of worked, right?
That's what's weird about it--

Dude, hurry up, man.

But just the fact that I was like,
"Hey, bro. What's up?"

Okay, I'm leaving. I'm so sorry.

I'm going through
a very hard time right now.

I didn't ask for all that.

Okay. I'm sorry. I'm going. I'm going.

Can I just ask you one thing though?

If I had come up to you
and used my real voice,

would you have been attracted to me?

Wow,

that is really sad, but…

yeah, I think so.

-Oh.
-But not now.

Okay.

I'm really sorry.

Streisand?

Of course. I love her.

She's the best.

Streisand fucking rules.

This is actually kind of like Yentl,
if you think about it.

-Dude, get the fuck out.
-I'm so sorry.

Later.

Sorry.

And now,
Hallheart proudly presents

our first polyamorous holiday film,

A Holly, Poly Christmas.

Look, it's snowing.

- It's snowing on all seven of us.

Oh, man.

Guys.

Hey.

Hey.

Can we talk?

Okay.

So what's up?

Bobby, I am so sorry
I told you not to be yourself.

I know I fucked up,
but this is new for me too.

And when you blew up
in front of my parents, honestly, it--

it felt like you were doing it on purpose.

I was.

And I'm sorry.

I shouldn't have handled it like that.
You're right.

I'm sorry.

But, Aaron,

that doesn't change the fact
that you like a certain type of guy.

And that isn't me, and that's okay.

You're right.

I always pictured myself with a guy--

-Like Josh.
-Yeah, a guy like Josh.

Yeah, he's hot.

Yes, he's simple,
conventional, basic as hell,

and not somebody
that actually makes me happy.

Bobby, you are so different from me.

You're not afraid to take up space
in the world. You challenge me.

Which at first,
it freaked me out

because who the fuck
wants to be challenged all the time, but…

But I love it.

You're what's been missing.

I know I fucked up, but please
give me another chance.

I miss you so much.

I miss you too.

A lot.

I didn't realize until after we broke up

there were actually
a couple of months there where I was…

What do they call it?

In a good mood.

But I can't.

My whole life, I have prided myself
on being self-aware

and self-reliant and self-possessed,

and it didn't matter.

It didn't matter

because, at the end of the day,
I just ended up in the street

looking at you and looking at Josh

and thinking, "I'm not enough for him."

I know, and I feel awful.

But do not throw this away
because of one mistake.

What do you want me to do?

-Say you'll give me another chance.
-I can't do that.

Why not?

'Cause I don't trust you.

I've been alone so long.
Who knows?

Maybe that's the only way
I know how to be.

I don't know.

I'm going.

It's good.

Hey!

If you don't trust me, that's fine.

But if for some reason, underneath
all that strength and confidence,

you still don't trust
that you are lovable enough,

I'm living proof…

that you're wrong.

First of all,
thank you all for letting me do this.

I really appreciate it.

Look, I know I've been a very angry,
judgmental person, obviously.

And sometimes anger can be good.
I know you all know that

because for years, it was the fuel
we all needed to keep going.

It wasn't that long ago
that the straight gatekeepers of the world

didn't allow for all of us
to really succeed in a big way.

Oh, my God. Do you guys
remember straight people?

Yeah. They had a nice run.

Look, Bobby. I'm a Black trans woman,

and I don't need you to come here
and lecture me about anger.

But I get it.

I am brimming with anger.

And if I were to let
just an ounce of it out,

I would probably explode
and kill every one of you.

But, Bobby, I want you
to know something.

I hear you.

And I forgive you.

You do?

Yes.

Look, this is the only community
I've ever loved being a part of.

And we fight like crazy,
and we always have…

but you're my people.

And I am so sorry
that I was so rude and spoke down to you.

I should've shown you much more respect.

There is truly no group of people on earth
that I love and respect more.

Well, I am not going to lie.
I am still angry.

But I insist on progress.

Not just for our LGBTQ heroes,

but for our LGBTQ assholes.

Like you.

Thank you, Robert.

The live of this apology has 40K viewers.

You're posting this? Can you please--

No, okay. Yeah.
No, you should definitely post this.

Everything should--

Everything should be posted,
and thank you for teaching me that.

Hey. I've decided to quit.

-I just quit too!
-You did?

I do this Kamala Harris impression online,
and it's really taking off.

-Oh.
-Yeah,

like, "I'm Kamala Harris. Okay."

Good luck with that.

Yeah. Good luck
with whatever you're doing.

- Thank you.
- Mm-hmm.

Hey, Bobby. I wanted you
to be the first person to see this.

This is Aaron Shepard's Chocolate Factory.
I made these little chocolates.

I also made some special treats

to celebrate the opening
of the LGBTQ+ Museum.

These are Harvey Milk Duds.

And instead of
a heart-shaped Valentine's Day box

filled with chocolates,

we have a pink "silence equals death"
triangle filled with chocolates.

And a tribute to my favorite
gay television character,

this is…

a "Tirami-Susan" from Friends.

Of course Aaron likes Friends.

Of course, all the profits
go to the museum.

Okay. Bye.

Dude, thanks for letting me crash here.

I know Mom pressured you into inviting me…

but it's cool of you.

Yeah, sure.

-You okay, bro?
-Yeah, I'm fine.

I'm a very happy chocolatier.

I mean, there was that guy.

But it's over. Whatever. I'm fine.

Yeah, totally.

Jesus, how do you decapitate?

Seriously, that's all you're gonna say?
"How do you decapitate?"

What do you want me to say?
How do you remove their heads?

What about, "Hey, bro.
How are you holding up?"

I'm sorry, bro.
We don't talk about this shit.

I'm crashing here because
I'm in the middle of a divorce,

and you haven't asked me about it once.

I'm sorry.

So how's the divorce?

-I don't wanna talk about it.
-Okay.

So…

what happened to you?

Okay, you remember at Christmas
when Mom and Dad came?

I asked Bobby to--

I asked him to tone it down.

I know. I know.
I fucked up. I panicked.

Did you try to get him back?

Yes! I mean, Bobby is the best,
but he is a stubborn son of a bitch.

And do you love
this stubborn little bitch?

Whatever. It's over.

Bobby's strong. He doesn't need me.

He doesn't need anyone.

Hey, guys. It's your girl, Tamara.
We're opening the LGBT Museum tonight.

Tonight is our grand opening,
and we're gonna have a wonderful time!

Yeah! What's up?

What's up?

Hi. I'm Leonardo da Vinci.

I changed the world with my work
as an inventor, scientist and artist.

But most importantly, I may have been bi.

Arrivederci.

Congrats. You've made it
to the Obama Administration.

But what's that around the corner?

Okay, seriously, this place is incredible.

Are you happy?

I don't know. It's weird, you know?

This place was my dream, and it happened.

Why can't I answer your question?

-Okay, can I just say one thing?
-Yes.

I know that what he did was wrong,

but you didn't have to argue
with his parents.

I did though. Plus, I apologized.

And he apologized too.

I just don't know if I can trust him.

He fucked up. People fuck up.

Is there no part of you that wants
to give him a second chance?

You know what it is?

I just don't want
to want someone else this much.

But you do!

It doesn't make you look weak
to love someone.

Vulnerability is not a boner killer.

I know you.

I know that you've had a million reasons
to keep your guard up all these years.

But there are people out there
worth letting your guard down for.

Were you happier
with him or without him?

That's all that really matters.

Can I tell you something extremely
embarrassing that I would only tell you?

Yes.

I wrote a song about him.

I know! That's the only time I'm gonna
talk about it. We're not talking about it.

I didn't send it, and I'm not sending it.

Okay. Fine.

I've just never seen you
that happy, is all.

And I love seeing it.

- Hi, guys.
- Hi, sweetie.

-Ready to go dance? Let's go.
-Yeah.

Holy shit. He texted me.

Bobby texted me!

What did he say?

He said, "Hey, what's up?"

"Hey, what's up?"

Fuck yeah, bro!
That's what I'm talking about!

-That's good?
-It's great!

-"Hey, what's up?"
-"Hey, what's up?"

-"Hey, what's up?"
-"Hey, what's up?"

-No, wait. Wait, wait, wait.
-What?

Okay, yeah. I'm gonna wait
to text him back though, you know?

Shit. I gotta get to the gym.

Aaron, what the fuck is up with you
and the CrossFit every day? Jesus!

What are you people all training for?
You going to war?

Stop playing it so cool.

Just go and tell him how you feel.

What about you?
What about divorce?

What about keeping it young and fun?

Whatever.

Straight people, we're so set in our ways,

but gay people, you guys are all so--
You're so smart.

You're gonna figure it out.

My story is not your story.

Go write your own damn story.

-Go! Now!
-Okay. Yeah.

Hey.

-"Hey, what's up?"
-"Hey, what's up?"

-"Hey, what's up?"
-Yeah!

-Bobby?
-Yeah?

-It's time for the toast.
-Okay, great.

Okay.

One of the hardest parts
of putting the museum together

was figuring out
what the final exhibit would be.

The message we'd leave people with
about who we are.

But the truth is we are not one thing.

We are not a monolithic group.

We are some of the smartest and most
self-reliant people you will ever meet.

And we are so stupid.

And we are a total mess.

And we are great.

We've been around
since the beginning of time, of course,

and yet it still feels like
we're at the very beginning

of being able to tell our own stories.

In many ways, I think we're still
getting to know each other, really.

Now, I'm just a boring old cis white gay,

but…

…one thing I have learned from
my trans and bi and nonbinary family

is that happiness for all of us comes from
staying fluid, staying open to change.

Open to being more than
just who you thought you were

or more than what
other people assume you are.

So this is a toast to all of us.

We've come a long way.

And there are a lot of people who deserved
to live long enough to be here tonight.

And we are here, and they are not.

And we are very lucky.

We are very lucky.

I have no complaints.

Hey.

Hey.

Um…

Sorry, um--

Just, um-- One more thing. Sorry, hold on.

I'm gonna do it. Let's do it. Let's do it.

What's going on?

Hi.

So, um,

this is a little special something
I wrote for tonight,

and I didn't think I would actually
have a reason to sing it.

And I haven't sung in front of people
in a very long time, so forgive me.

But tonight is about love

and we've seen
a lot of tortured gay cowboys

played by a lot of straight actors
over the years.

So, this is a love song
from one gay cowboy to another

inspired by everyone's
favorite LGBTQ+ icon,

Garth Brooks.

Bobby, I just have to tell you--

In all my years,
I never thought I'd say this.

But, Debra Messing, it'll have to wait.

What's wrong?

I just really love you.

I love you too.

You like love, bro?

Oh, yeah.

-Wait.
-Wha--

Oh…

What are you--

Just let me do this.

Um… Oh, shit. I need a ring.

Bob-- Bobby--

- Tamara, can I borrow your ring?
- Yeah.

Thank you.

-Bobby, I--
-Aaron Shepard,

I know we're not relationship people,

but will you date me for three months,
and then we'll reassess?

Yes, Bobby Leiber,

I will date you for three months,
and then we can reassess.

Mommy, what's happening?

It's a miracle.

Uncle Bobby's gonna date someone
for three months.

Hey, queers!

I'm the museum guard here.

Just gonna do some dusting.

Hello. What are you doing dusting me?

I'm lesbian First Lady, Eleanor Roosevelt.

Hi, I'm Seth Meyers as Harvey Milk.

Hello, I'm Kenan Thompson
as James Baldwin.

It's a Night at the Gay Museum.

Come here.

Aaron?

Mom.

-Bobby.
-Hi.

-Bobby, this is spectacular.
-Thank you.

And the kids are loving it.

I'm so glad you're here.

It means so much to me that you would
make it part of your trip, it really does.

You were right.
Of course, they should see this.

It's their history too.

Congrats!

You're a four on the Kinsey Scale.

You're a bisexual.

Well.

-Bye!
-Bye!

Thanks for teaching me about Liberace!

Any time!

You know, we just hit three months.

How do you think it's going?

I think it's going pretty well.

How do you think it's going?

I think it's going pretty well too.

Well, good.

-Good job.
-Yeah.

- Bye, boys!
- Bye, Mom!

You want kids someday, right?

No.

-Bobby.
-Absolutely not.

-Oh, Bobby.
-No.

-Come on. Bobby.
-No. No.

Where are you going?

I'm not having children
wherever I'm going.

-Come on. I want kids.
-No, no.