Gay dad vs straight dad

Yesterday I wrote a post commenting that Nikki Kaye should do something meaningful for gays rather than promoting a wasteful and expensive gay mardis gras.

It turned into a post where more than a few people started to talk about “traditional family values” and how marriage equality would somehow destroy them.

One of my readers, someone I know and who communicated with me regularly wrote this guest post:

I had a wonderful life growing up.  I had a Mum and a Dad married together. We had a warm, expressive and caring family.  Lucky?  May be.  But Mum and Dad worked hard to make us a family, and provide us everything we needed.

My Dad went on school trips, coached sport and taught my sister and I to ride our bikes.

My Dad would read to us as we snuggled up with him in bed.

My Dad was a great role model.  He volunteered to help people who had tough times.

My Dad wasn’t super sporty but he taught himself enough so that he could practice cricket with me in our backyard, or down at the nets.

My Dad picked us up when we fell, cuddled us when we were sad and he laughed at our corny jokes.

My Dad stood by us when we were tough teenagers, and he helped get us back on to the straight and narrow.

My Dad always encouraged us to get well educated, to follow our dreams, to have good manners and to care about others.

My parents split up when I was in my late teens.  They’d always been wonderful friends with shared interests but they weren’t in a relationship.

My Dad came out gay a couple of years after that.

My Dad is still a great role model, volunteering to a number of organisations.

My Dad still picks us up when we fall, cuddles us when we are sad and still tries to laugh at our jokes.

My Dad encourages us to go after our dreams, to care for others and to make a difference where we can.

My Dad is a wonderful Grandfather, as is my step-Dad (one is Grandad and the other is Koro).  They go on school trips, they coach my kids in the back yard, they read to their grandchildren in bed.

So, was my Dad more capable of loving and caring for me as a heterosexual man or was my Dad more capable of loving and caring for me as a homosexual man?  Makes no difference.  He is my Dad.  He has the same values, the same community spirit, and cares for his family.

It doesn’t concern my children that they have four grandfathers.  If anything they figure it is more people to love and care for them.  They still run to their Grandad and Koro and jump on their bed in exactly the same way they do with Nana and Pop, and Papa and Mopsy (long story behind that name).

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As much at home writing editorials as being the subject of them, Cam has won awards, including the Canon Media Award for his work on the Len Brown/Bevan Chuang story. When he’s not creating the news, he tends to be in it, with protagonists using the courts, media and social media to deliver financial as well as death threats.

They say that news is something that someone, somewhere, wants kept quiet. Cam Slater doesn’t do quiet and, as a result, he is a polarising, controversial but highly effective journalist who takes no prisoners.

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