Gunkle (our laugh — represents Gay Uncle) is certainly one of my close friends, and we probably have my son to thank for that. He is a gay man we met whenever I had been busy being a crazy lesbian comedian that is stand-up. We would just known each other a couple of months once I chose to get checking out guys. He stuck by me personally. Then a surprise — like some middle-aged Juno, I would gone and got myself knocked up the very first time I’d had intercourse without having a condom. (suite…)