My kid didn’t feel like two moms were enough?so we created Project Queer
I remember the first time someone asked me who my son?s father was. We were sitting in the nursing station of Scarborough Grace hospital, and I was in pain. My vagina had torn after a 42-hour labour. The nurse turned to my step-dad and asked if he should be on the birth certificate. I corrected her and was hurt, but didn’t say anything.
Less than a month later, it happened again. This time, we were at a Chinese restaurant in Toronto?s east end. My wife Lia, my newborn son and I were sitting in a booth with vinyl seats. We had just ordered some har gow dumplings, spare ribs and bok choy with garlic when the twentysomething server approached. After serving us, he asked if my wife was my mother. (She is eight years older than I am). My wife and I looked at each other and raised our eyebrows. ?No, she’s my wife,? I corrected.
?And who is the dad"? he asked.
?Jacob doesn?t have one. We’re gay.?
The server nodded, and after glancing between us, he blushed.
The next time it happened we were in the local playground near our house. Jacob was playing with his best friend, Harper, along with her older sister, seven-year-old Payton.
?Who is Jacob?s daddy"? Payton asked me.
?Jacob doesn?t have a daddy,? I replied. “He has a donor.?
?He has a donut"?
Harper and Payton began to laugh. Jacob frowned and ran away.
In all three instances, I blew it off and didn’t engage. It felt like the right thing to do. But I’ve since learned that in doi...
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