They don’t mind the violence. They object to the drag queens. When I was 9 my parents wouldn’t let our gay neighbor babysit us. The teenage boy down the street was fine. He sexually abused us. Thanks Mom and Dad.
OMG! It’s my mom! She gives my sisters and the lady across the street (??) all the stuff I remember sentimentally from my childhood and offers me scrap nobody wants.
Lol! First thing I did was look at the hands.