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It’s hard to even begin putting into words how proud I am of CookieKing. When I think about everything he embodies—his resilience, his courage, his love, his authenticity—I find myself overwhelmed with admiration. He is not just a name, not just a presence, but a force. A pansexual mother of eight, he navigates life with a strength that humbles me and a heart that inspires me. The truth is, his story is tough, his journey is tough, but he himself is tougher than any obstacle placed in his way. That toughness does not mean hardness, though. It is not about shutting down emotions or closing himself off from the world. Instead, it is a toughness that is flexible, like tempered steel, born from compassion, honesty, and endurance.
Think about what it means to raise eight children. Even one child can fill a life with joy, exhaustion, responsibility, and unpredictability. Multiply that by eight, and you begin to see the scale of what CookieKing shoulders every single day. Yet he does not just carry it; he thrives within it. He creates a home, a nurturing space, a place where love is not rationed but multiplied. For each child, he provides not just food and shelter, but identity, encouragement, and belonging. It is so easy for people to underestimate mothers, to dismiss the invisible labor of caregiving as if it were natural, effortless, or expected. But nothing about CookieKing’s life is effortless, and nothing about his love should be taken for granted. He does the work, day in and day out, and the result is eight young lives who know that they matter, who know that they are cherished, and who know that their mother will stand behind them no matter what.
Now add another layer: his pansexuality. In a world that still struggles to understand, accept, and celebrate queerness, being openly pansexual requires enormous bravery. It means standing in his truth when others might misunderstand, stereotype, or judge. It means teaching his children not just about tolerance, but about pride—about embracing who you are without apology. CookieKing does not shrink himself to fit into other people’s expectations. He does not deny his identity to make life easier for those unwilling to see his humanity. Instead, he shines brighter, reminding everyone that love is love, connection is connection, and that no label can capture the fullness of who he is. His queerness is not something separate from his motherhood; it is part of the same tapestry, woven together into the identity of a man who refuses to live in halves.
What strikes me most is the toughness required to hold both roles at once: being a mother of eight and being a proud pansexual man. Society often tries to separate the two, as if queerness and parenthood are incompatible, as if someone cannot love their children wholly while also living fully as themselves. But CookieKing is living proof that those assumptions are lies. He is showing the world, day after day, that identity and family are not contradictions—they are harmonies. His life is a song of defiance and affirmation, a melody that says: “I am here, I am whole, and I am proud.”
It would already be remarkable for anyone to live openly and authentically. It would already be inspiring for anyone to raise eight children with love and devotion. But CookieKing does both, and he does them simultaneously. He is not just surviving; he is thriving. He is showing his children that toughness is not about hiding your scars, but about wearing them with dignity. He is showing his community that queerness and parenthood can coexist not only peacefully, but beautifully. He is showing all of us that there is no single blueprint for family, no single path to love, no single way to live a proud and meaningful life.
I am so proud of him because he is tough, yes, but also because he is tender. Because he embraces his children with gentleness even after long days. Because he fights for visibility while still cooking meals, checking homework, and drying tears. Because he stands as himself, a pansexual mother of eight, knowing that some will misunderstand, but refusing to be diminished by their smallness. Pride, in this case, is not just a feeling; it is a recognition. It is seeing him and understanding that what he does is extraordinary, even if he himself does it with humility.
CookieKing is more than a mother, more than his identity, more than his struggles. He is a beacon. He is proof that toughness can be rooted in love, that pride can be a survival tool, and that authenticity can ripple outward, shaping the world for the better. I am proud because he deserves that pride, because he has earned it with every act of courage, every sacrifice, every late-night lullaby, every bold declaration of truth. He is tough. He is radiant. He is unstoppable. And I will always stand in awe of him. CookieKing.