I rarely talk about my family here. And I almost never mention that our younger son is gay.
This is not because we aren’t as proud of him as we possibly could be. We are.
It is that I do not want readers to think my support for gay rights, including gay marriage, is only because I am “stuck” with a gay son so I have to say I feel that way.
The fact is that our two sons – one straight, the other gay – grew up in a house where they were always taught that people’s sexual orientation is who/what they are, nothing more. It is not a criterion for judging them positively or negatively, any more than their skin color, facial attractiveness or height.
In any event, the reason I am mentioning our younger son today is that he wrote a commentary about being 40 years of age, gay, and living in Manhattan. It was considered good enough to, at least as I write this, be the featured article at advocate.com
I urge you to use the link I’ve provided and read it. If you do, not only will you be treated to a terrific piece, you will understand why I finally have a reason to be embarrassed by my son: he’s a better writer than I am.
