Dad and gay son sex
Almost 10 years after coming out to my dad, he told me he was lgbtq+ too
I walked through the front door into my planar, stormed into the lounge where my housemates were all watching TV and sat on the floor in front of them.
‘I just had one of the wildest moments of my entire life and I feel like my brain is about to combust,’ I declared.
‘Are you OK?’
‘I’m good,’ I replied. ‘I’m actually really good. It’s glad news.’
But my encounter probably did not scream happy. I was a short-lived stunned. That’s because – almost 10 years after I came out to my family in 2010 – a new gay had entered the arena and it was the person I probably least expected: my father.
It was 2018 and we had been out for dinner at the reliable roast chicken place I always take my dad to. We’d driven home in his red Subaru Impreza listening to his Neil Youthful Greatest Hits CD and then he reversed into my driveway.
So even just this evening, all the evidence pointed towards him organism a straight man.
As a child, he bought me scorching wheels, hoping I would inherit his love of cars. He also took me to rugby and cricket games at the large stadium in Christchurch, encouraged me to take up guitar and took me to c
Father opens up about coming out to his 3 sons: I'm still the same dad as before
"Good Morning America" is featuring stories in celebration of Self-acceptance Month. Scott Takacs, a 46-year-old and father of three, penned a personal essay about his experience coming out as a gay man to his sons. Read about his journey below in his own words.
Coming out at 42
I was 42 years old when I came out to my wife. It was 15 months later that I started that same conversation with my three boys -- 9-year-old twins and an 11-year-old.
The whole experience is somewhat of a blur, mostly in part to the fact that at that point in my being there was a lot of change happening and some significant pent-up emotions. There wasn't much of a plan, no guidebook in hand, only goals that I hoped my boys would start the process of kind and accepting their dad for whom I truly was: a gay man.
It had been a long 15 months since coming out to my wife, an experience I unfortunately wouldn't explain as positive, fun or something I ever want to recur . It was wrought with the happiness of finally telling the closest person in my genuine identity, while simultaneously ripping her
Father opens up about coming out to his 3 sons: I'm still the same dad as before
"Good Morning America" is featuring stories in celebration of Pride Month. Scott Takacs, a 46-year-old and father of three, penned a personal essay about his experience coming out as a gay man to his sons. Decipher about his journey below in his own words.
Coming out at 42
I was 42 years old when I came out to my wife. It was 15 months later that I started that alike conversation with my three boys -- 9-year-old twins and an 11-year-old.
The whole experience is somewhat of a blur, mostly in part to the evidence that at that point in my life there was a lot of change happening and some significant pent-up emotions. There wasn't much of a plan, no guidebook in hand, only goals that I hoped my boys would start the process of empathetic and accepting their dad for whom I truly was: a gay man.
It had been a long 15 months since coming out to my wife, an experience I unfortunately wouldn't illustrate as positive, playfulness or something I ever want to repeat. It was wrought with the happiness of finally telling the closest person in my true identity, while simultaneously ripping her wo
“Hey,Dad!”It was the mid-nineties, and my 8-year-old son, Jason, was walking toward me with a piece of paper in his hand. “My teacher said we had to write a letter to the person we admire the most in the world. Can you read this and tell me if it’s okay?”
I looked up from my desk. My wife and I worked from home. Our place wasn’t that big, and my “office” was located in an open alcove at the end of the hallway. “Sure,” I said, holding out my hand. “Who’d you inscribe to?”
“Bette Midler,” he said, peering up at me through his wire-framed glasses. “She’s pretty great, you know?”
The first inkling I had that Jason was going to walk a path very different from my own was when, for several months as a 3-year-old, he chose to dress in the play costume pieces my wife, Suz, had bought for him and his sister. Jason’s go-to outfit: anything plus a gold lame cape. The feather boa was optional.
But that was just the start. Starting sometime around when he was 5 or so, it would not be unusual for us to see Jace dance—and I mean dance—from place to place in our house. This was beautiful shocking, but not because I’m a horrendous dancer. He could have learned what he was doing fr