2009-03-04
Original: 2009-03-04 on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Single panel.
A young red-haired boy stands in a school hallway next to an older man (a parent or teacher) in front of two restroom doors. One door has a yellow triangular sign with a male figure; the other has a yellow triangular sign with a female figure. The boy points toward the doors.
Boy: WAIT, SO THERE ARE TWO PLACES AT SCHOOL WHERE THERE ARE NAKED PEOPLE, BUT I'M ONLY ALLOWED IN ONE?
Man: WELL... YES.
Caption (below panel): I remember the exact moment when I realized I was gay.
Votey:
A handwritten note reads:
"Dear Zach,
Being gay is not a choice, but rather, a genetically determined quality, much like having no sense of humor on topics about which I am personally sensitive."
A young red-haired boy stands in a school hallway next to an older man (a parent or teacher) in front of two restroom doors. One door has a yellow triangular sign with a male figure; the other has a yellow triangular sign with a female figure. The boy points toward the doors.
Boy: WAIT, SO THERE ARE TWO PLACES AT SCHOOL WHERE THERE ARE NAKED PEOPLE, BUT I'M ONLY ALLOWED IN ONE?
Man: WELL... YES.
Caption (below panel): I remember the exact moment when I realized I was gay.
Votey:
A handwritten note reads:
"Dear Zach,
Being gay is not a choice, but rather, a genetically determined quality, much like having no sense of humor on topics about which I am personally sensitive."
Alt text
A single-panel comic set in a school hallway. A young red-haired boy stands beside an older man in front of two restroom doors, each marked with a yellow triangular sign: one showing a male figure, the other a female figure. The boy points at the doors and asks, 'Wait, so there are two places at school where there are naked people, but I'm only allowed in one?' The man replies, 'Well... yes.' A caption below reads: 'I remember the exact moment when I realized I was gay.' The votey shows a handwritten note: 'Dear Zach, Being gay is not a choice, but rather, a genetically determined quality, much like having no sense of humor on topics about which I am personally sensitive.'
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.