Jack.

I have just read an article about a boy named Jack,who, from a very young age to use his mothers words, decided to be 'fabulous'. She tells of how, on Jack's first day at 'big school', she wanted to remove the glittery fingernail polish that he was wearing; that he loves to wear. He was, of course, devastated. He wanted to show his new teacher how 'fabulous' they were. His favourite clothes are usually a ballerina tutu and all the trimmings. 

I've often wondered what I would have done if I had a son who was 'different'. In my time in this world of ours, I have been blessed with two amazing and beautiful daughters. But, because of medical problems I cannot sire any more kids. Still I've always, like most blokes, harboured a wish for a son. Jack's parents have decided to not only accept, but revel in his outlook. I wonder, would I? There was a time when I was such a selfish, nasty, evil person that the thought of a 'queer' son would send me into a bottomless rage; and I'd have attempted to 'beat' his 'problem' out of him.  But, several surprising and extremely life changing moments later, my view is different. 

The fact is, my hypothetical son, right or wrong, is my son. I would love him because he is my son, and I would support him as well as I could because he is my son. And I would be proud of him. There are things that arise in human nature that are indeed repugnant and should be dealt with, but being 'gay' isn't one of them. 

I am very fortunate that Sue and I have 'adopted' a couple of boys (their parents very kindly 'lend' them to us occasionally). They see me more like their 'mad-but-gifted uncle', than anything else because they do have an excellent father. I am taking the opportunity to pass on all my musical knowledge and industry insight to them. (My daughters flirted with music, but are not serious,,,,,) I have no-one else to pass it to, and they are fine lads. If they had been anything like Jack, nothing would have changed except maybe the colour of the odd gift we give them. 

Love makes us better humans. Love makes us better parents, and because of that love, also generally makes better kids.