Read about these guys. Read the story. Would you please read this one, Mommy?
The questions and requests were simple, and although the answers should be just as easy to share with my 6, 4, and 3 year-olds, they weren’t. Usually, our newspaper reading is a little less exciting, but today, it really got us thinking.
I realized in the brief moment between putting Cheerios on the table and pouring my coffee, that I had never really talked to my kids about same-sex relationships. It’s not something that I’ve tried to hide from them, but before now, the opportunity to discuss same-sex marriage has never arisen.
I remember in my early 20’s, pining for a Carson Kressley to enter my life. I envisioned marathon shopping trips topped with unlimited and unsolicited fashion advice. I wanted a pal and confidant to guide me in all the ways we straight women--for some strange reason --believe that gay men would if we had one as our best friend. It’s silly, ridiculous, and I’m embarrassed to even write it.
Still now, I--we--don’t have gay friends. We really don't. We don’t know many people—okay, anyone—in a same-sex relationship. It’s 2010. What on earth is wrong with us? We’re a liberal, forward-thinking, open-minded, educated couple in the very diverse mid-east. Where are our gay friends?