Most fathers have to wait years before hearing their children say, “I love you.” Bryon Denton heard those magic words from his son, Jason, the very first day they met.
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Most fathers have to wait years before hearing their children say, “I love you.” Bryon Denton heard those magic words from his son, Jason, the very first day they met.
Move over “Kinky Boots,” there’s a new gay show in town. But unlike the sparkle, glam, and drag we’ve come to expect from most Broadway shows with a queer focus, Peter Parnell’s “DADA WOOF PAPA HOT,” directed by Scott Ellis, gives the theatrical treatment to a newer area of the LGBTQ experience: parenthood.
The main tension in the movie centers on a question posed between would-be parents in bedrooms, fertility clinics, and couples therapy sessions all across the country, regardless of sexual orientation: what happens when one of you wants parenthood less?
When Josh first joined the military, he didn’t think much about the difficulties of serving under “Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell” for one very simple reason: He didn’t didn't know he was gay yet.
It was clear from the beginning that Tom had an activist on his hands. On their very first date, Juan excused himself for a moment to jump onto an organizing conference call.
Far from being a source of his problems as a parent, the military has been a large part of Chris Armijo's support system.
When the opportunity came to move his family to Honk Kong, Harun said "Sure, let’s do it!” as casually as if he'd been asked to go on an impromptu trip to the movies.
“… the rooster’s crowing, the ducks are quacking,” Raymond said of Hastings, NY. Sounds enchanting! All that’s missing is Julie Andrews spinning in a field nearby.
Greg and Kenny have had a surprisingly welcoming reception from their military community in Altus, OK
It’s a romantic notion: trading in your urban home for an 18th century farmhouse. But Andrew realizes they may have acted a bit impulsively.
Hal Offen blazed a trail of sorts in the world of known sperm donation... three times over.
"Did your childhood ever feel overly complicated?" I asked Flannery, who has two moms and a known donor.
I’ve had a lifetime to prepare my responses to the gay Mormon line of questioning, but I often find myself at a loss as to how to answer much of what’s posed to me about my known donor arrangement with Tori and Kelly.
As someone with the parental instincts of a fire hydrant, it was hard for me to understand why anyone would voluntarily put themselves through IVF, such an expensive and emotionally exhaustive process.
Being the type of people they are, my parents readily gave their consent when I finally worked up the nerve to broach the subject of sperm donation. “Of course!” my father exclaimed loudly. “I’m supportive of anything that eases the ability of the L.G.B.T. community to have children,” he added, like a politician giving an official statement on the matter.
“So just blow up an air mattress for me!” I declared over another of our meals. “I’m moving in!” Tori’s eyes, already of Disney-character proportions, nearly popped out of her head.
I was always planning to relinquish my parental rights. According to Judge Torres, though, I never had those rights to begin with.
Where else, besides bad daytime television, have you ever heard of doubts surrounding the maternity of a child?
“You’d make such a great father!” friends and family will say, or at least the ones who have never seen me hold a newborn like a radioactive sack of potatoes.