Raising kids the gay way
What's the point of being gay if you're going to get married and have children anyway?
It used to be every parent's greatest fear that their child would grow up to be gay. What would the neighbours think? What would the vicar say?
It was never a problem for me. Far from being afraid that my children would turn out to be gay, that has always been my dearest ambition.
At least one of them, anyway. You're not a hip-and-happening middle-class family these days unless you have a minimum of one gay child. We're all like those Jewish mothers in the old jokes, standing by the sea as her son flails in the water, shouting: "Won't somebody please dive in and save my son, the doctor!" The only difference is that doctors are 10-a-penny these days, and having a lawyer as a child is more shame than any mother should ever have to stand, whereas gay children are still something of a minority.