What It's Like To Have Gay Parents
In 1986, my mother and her lover decided they wanted a child. My mother, being a lesbian, refused to have sex with a man. So they went to sperm bank and nine months later I was born.
When I was four, I met Jon and his lover Jim, and a little later decided (all by myself) that they should be my fathers.
Nine years have gone by now, and so far, those nine years have been the best of my life. I love having four parents! Having more parents means more presents for Christmas and birthdays, four people to give you hints on your journey of life, and four people to care and love you.
Of course, the problem is school. When I was in the fourth grade, I trusted a kid because he was my best friend and I told him about my parents. Later, rumors were sent by my best friend around the school that I was a homosexual. I was getting prank calls and a lot of people were teasing me. My mom once heard, "Hey there's the fag's mom!" and my property was covered with things like "You fag" or "Screw you, faggot." Ever since that, I've been more careful about who to trust.
When I went to middle school my friend asked, "Where do you live?" I answered "The Bronx and Manhattan." He didn't understand, so I explained that every week I would switch where I live; I live one week at my dads' then switch to my moms' for a week. My friend looked very sad and said, "Oh, I'm sorry man." Realizing what he meant I replied, "No, my parents aren't divorced, they're gay." He looked a little relieved, and then back to confused and said, "What?" So I told him the whole story, and he seemed like he really thought it was cool to have four parents. When other friends at school heard of this, they all asked the same questions: "Are they nice to you?" "Do they touch you?" I would always respond by asking, "Are your parents nice to you?" "Do your parents touch you?" which is a funnier way of saying, "Hey guys! They're just like your parents, for crying out loud!"
Most people I have met have liked the idea of having gay parents. So if you are a kid with gay parents, you should be very proud of them no matter what anyone else tells you. They're human beings, too. Think about it! If there really is a "god," then while he or she was creating humans, he or she would have known some humans were going to be attracted to the same sex. And if he or she had a problem with that, he or she wouldn't have created us in the first place! If you do have gay parents, think about how lucky you are that they care about you and love you, because I'll tell you one thing. I believe that those kids who harassed me, had parents who couldn't give a flying cockroach about them! They didn't seem to be liked, loved, or even wanted, and they were miserable! Now aren't you glad that you have gay parents who would give more than a billion flying cockroaches to spend one minute with you! So be proud to be a child with gay parents.
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