The greatest song about accepting your struggles as key to making you who you are, while also refusing to pass that generational trauma on to your own children, is Johnny Cash / Shel Silverstein’s “A Boy Named Sue”
*Bonus points for implicitly understanding the trauma of being misgendered.
Holy fuck
… It doesn’t even make sense. If Sue ends up choosing to live life as a flamboyant, gay drag queen then why is Sue pissed off at the dad in the first place? 🤔
The father-son/daughter incest was also an interesting choice.
Hmm that part really was the only thing that resonated with me.
Maybe that’s yet another secret one finds where the sidewalk ends? 🤷🏼♂️