The Real Reason Gays Should Be Raising Children Too!
I have reached an age where I have admitted to myself that I will never be a father. This is something that when I was growing up, knowing I was gay, just sort of came with the territory unless you were a closeted man who married a woman, had kids and then came out later in your life. No, I am not the oldest living gay man on the planet (even though I’m the self appointed Gaytriarch in my own family) but the times have a changed a great deal in the forty-something years I’ve lived on this planet. So while I think that gays should (and will eventually) be allowed to get married, serve openly in the military and basically have the same basic rights of all other human beings, if I’m honest with myself most likely I’ll never really reap the benefits of joining the military or marrying the man I’ve shared my life with for the past twenty-two years. Hopefully those will both be choices I make and will be choices available to future generations. But in a recent discussion with friends who are straight with kids I began to feel something different than sadness for the fatherhood that I’ll never have, watching the first steps of a child created by my own chemistry and hoping my child gains enough cash by a certain age that they’ll be able to support me in the style to which I would like to grow accustomed to in my later days no, it wasn’t sadness as much as it was sort of well, I guess you would call it anger. So allow me to enlighten you as to the real reason gays should be raising children too! – Don’t Get Me Started!
Okay, let’s just cut to the chase, shall we? Whose emotional life do I get to fuck up? To whom do I get to try to live my unfulfilled dreams and desires through? Neither of my cats will be on Broadway (they have horrible singing voices and if I’m honest I’m not a big fan of their dramatic work either). No, without a child to force into dance class, piano, gymnastics and everything else that I can possibly think of that I didn’t do that later in life I wish I had done or wish I had been more committed to doing when I was doing it I’m really getting screwed. I want to over schedule another person’s life and give them guilt about all the things I could be doing for myself but instead I’ve given up for their benefit. What is the point of being born and trained a Jew to give and receive guilt if I can only receive at this point? Isn’t it supposed to be better to give than receive?
Sure people love having “the children” for all of the birthdays, first giggles, blah, blah, blah but let’s be more practical here, they’re little tax shelters and all you have to do is feed and clothe them and most of the time you get these little things that grow into people who love and respect you for doing very little. I mean if you don’t keep them tied up in a basement or something horrible like that the worst you’ll have is years of them saying that you don’t understand them and eventually the cost of therapy for having shoved them in the direction of living your dreams instead of theirs. Well I have good insurance at this point in my life so I can get a pretty good deal. Plus, how great is it to have to worry about your children screwing up their lives instead of having to focus on your own and the mess you’ve created for yourself? I mean, that’s a freaking gift that just keeps on giving as far as I’m concerned.
The heavens have parted and the clouds have lifted, I get it, I see the real reason people have children. When I was teaching I used to get so thrilled when a kid would “get it” get what I was teaching but that’s got to be nothing compared to being able to also berate them that they aren’t Justin Bieber, right? And that’s the real reason gays should be raising children too! – Don’t Get Me Started!
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