Oddly enough — though actually not THAT odd if you really think about the delightfully sodomitic circles in which I cavort — I am one of the very few in my close cadre of friends who has children. Though, in light of the inexplicable, inexcusable statement recently made by that woefully ignorant Nancy Boy, Rupert Everett, may I add that my gay friends who DO have children are some of the most AMAZING parents I know (I’m looking at you, Joe Earley, Adrian J Alvarez, Alec Mapa, and Jamie Hebert). We should all be so lucky to have parents like these guys. THEY ARE ABSOLUTELY BREATHTAKING. Will you bitches be my Mother?
With that said, gay or straight, parenting is BY FAR the hardest gig you will ever have. EVER. Even when it’s terrific, it’s TERRIFYING. So, for all my childless friends — whether by choice or by circumstance — who always ask me, “What is it like being a parent? What does it feel like to be responsible for THE VERY LIFE of another human being?”
This. This is my answer.