YOUTH COMMENTARY: Growing Up With A Gay Dad (SFChron)

When I was about six years old, I was on vacation with my father at lake Don Pedro, a little man made lake east of Modesto. I asked him what his rainbow necklace was for. I can remember his face exactly; he was shocked, and nervous. He looked at me, and said, "Well, it just means that I have boyfriends instead of girlfriends."

I was confused, as I should be, and just kind of blew it off as something I would understand later.

When I came home my mom asked me how the trip was, and I looked at her and said, "Did you know that daddy has boyfriends?" My mom was shocked, and just sat there with a blank look on her face.

When I was a kid, I loved to ask questions, and I had to understand everything. So after a few minutes, I asked my mom how I was born if daddy didn't have girlfriends. I don't remember if she ever answered me, but I know that she later told me the story of how they met.

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Wow. Now I'm envious that I didn't have a gay dad.

...it tends to push the stereotype that "all" gay men are expert cross-dressers.

In my first marriage, I had two brothers-in-law who were gay. Neither of them were transvestites, publicly or privately. When in my 30s I decided to learn how to wear make-up and walk in heels (I was a bit of a tomboy growing up), it was my sister-in-law who helped me out.

*shrugs*

:shrug:

That is a bit annoying now that you point it out.