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THE GAY FATHER I NEVER KNEW
But to actually be lockg ey wh Ellen and hold her, shakg hands as she said, "I'm gay, " on natnal televisn and for the first time, as she has shared outloud that way publicly, was such a profoundly extraordary and timate gift to that moment that I will forever be grateful for. I also knew that my dad mt be gay—bee, well, of urse. While I’d never met an out gay man, I kd of knew what they were supposed to be like om movi and TV, and Dad f the mold: He loved to ok; he cleaned obssively; he kept the Internatnal Male talog around, bee, he said, “I like the cloth.
“You know, ” I said to Dad, “I asked Mom once if you were gay. “Gay? “I’m not gay.
I'M GAY, MY DAD'S A PASTOR, AND ... WE'RE WORKG ON IT
” she’d said our kchen—after a long nversatn she’d had wh an openly gay iend om llege, Pat, who had, apparently, been a nfidant of Dad’s. Years later Mom told me that, acrdg to Pat, Dad had been active Lexgton and Louisville’s gay club scene.
) But to actually let me —to s on that blue blanket, look me the eye and tell me he was gay—was somethg he uldn’t do.