If I were queer, I don't think my mom would care. My dad however, probably wouldn't like it, but it wouldn't be his decision. Come to think of it, it wouldn't be mine either. It's kind of like choosing a wand at Olivanders wand shop. The wand chooses the wizard, which is like how a person doesn't choose to be queer, they were born that way. And for skeptics out there, did you choose to be straight, like at one point in your life were you like, oh I have to choose to be gay, straight, lesbian, bisexual, pansexual, etc. or did you never consider the different choices. No, you didn't, you always knew? That's because it's not a choice, it's not like getting something off the trolley where you need to decide between a chocolate frog or Bertie Bott's every flavor beans. I rest my case and now want to watch Harry Potter.