Growg up wh a gay father created challeng for both my Dad & I. His journey out of the Bible Belt & closet was not easy. Most importantly though . . .
Contents:
- HOW I ACCINTALLY FOUND OUT MY DAD IS GAY
- GROWG UP WH A GAY FATHER – CONFSNS OM A STRAIGHT SON
- SGLE GAY DADS GIVE TIPS FOR FIRST-TIME PARENTS: ‘I CREATED THE VILLAGE AROUND MYSELF’
- ‘A FAY LIKE OURS’: PORTRAS OF GAY FATHERHOOD
HOW I ACCINTALLY FOUND OUT MY DAD IS GAY
My brother picked up the word for "gay" – a word my dad repeated several tim durg that that pot, my parents had told they had problems their marriage, but a few months later, when I was around ne years old, we still went on our annual fay summer holiday to France. Until, out of nowhere, my brother sudnly asked, "Dad, are you gay? "There aren't a lot of gay people out there wh a wife and children, " he told me.
I once tagged along wh him to his favoure gay bar, where I met all the iends he's ma there over the years. But I knew he was gay by the time I was 7 or 8. So this is my story of growg up wh a gay father.
GROWG UP WH A GAY FATHER – CONFSNS OM A STRAIGHT SON
Growg up wh a gay father, particularly one who was aaid to e out, prented challeng our abily to get emotnally close.
I don’t rell a time when I didn’t know my Dad was gay. From my earlit memori of my Dad around age 5, I thk I always knew my dad was gay.
Th I never had that aha moment of realizg “I have a gay father”! To hear both of them tell , my Dad beg gay wasn’t a factor the spl.
SGLE GAY DADS GIVE TIPS FOR FIRST-TIME PARENTS: ‘I CREATED THE VILLAGE AROUND MYSELF’
How my Dad me to terms wh beg gay. I don’t thk anyone knew yet that my Dad was gay. After all, he was the son of a Baptist Preacher and there would not have been much tolerance the 1940’s or 50’s for him to e out as gay.
‘A FAY LIKE OURS’: PORTRAS OF GAY FATHERHOOD
In talkg to both of them over the years, they both claim they had no ia my Dad was gay. In retrospect, the fact that he was a cheerlear his bt iend was a male hairdrser (who was openly gay) that my Uncle Buddy nicknamed him “Percy” (which my Dad hated) and that my Dad went on to open a home furnishgs store might have been a clue.