You usually get mail about
sex, being a “sex advice columnist” and all, but I have a
parenting problem. Given that you are a fellow parent, I’m hoping you
have some insight.
My brother is a conservative; I’m a
politically engaged liberal. I can’t change him, but I’m disturbed
because his son, who we’ll call “George,” is 13 years old and has taken
on many of his dad’s intolerant views. For instance, whenever I suggest
that my toddler-age son could have a girlfriend or a boyfriend when he
grows up, George says, “Being gay is just wrong.” He also uses the word
“gay” as a pejorative, as in “that’s so gay.” George takes every
possible opportunity to let us know that he thinks homosexuality is
wrong. George loves my son, and my son thinks the world of George. So
two questions:
1. Do you have any suggestions as to how to
convince a 13-year-old boy that homosexuality is okay? I have no
parental...
...thinks homosexuality is
wrong. George loves my son, and my son thinks the world of George. So
two questions:
1. Do you have any suggestions as to how to
convince a 13-year-old boy that homosexuality is okay? I have no
parental authority here.
2. Is there an ethical problem with me
trying to convince George to adopt my values, in spite of my brother’s
intention to raise his son with “his values”? Or, put another way, does
my trying to sway George without my brother’s permission give my
brother license to use words like “fag” in front of my son without my
permission?
Advancing Liberalism In Youth
Don’t be such a liberal pussy, ALIY. You’re
letting a 13-year-old boy-bigot smack you around! It’s time to stop
wringing your hands and start wringing the little bastard’s neck.
Your nephew feels free to share his opinions
with you—and that’s great. Kids have a right to express
themselves. But you are an adult—HELLO!—and you have
a right to express yourself right back. And you can express
yourself every bit as bluntly. “Being gay is just wrong,” says
the nephew. “You’re just wrong, you little shit,” says the
uncle. (That’s how my uncles addressed me.) Then you advise your
punk-ass nephew to read a book, learn something about the subject, and
maybe talk to a real live gay person before he opens his fool mouth to
you again on the subject.
Fathers are free—sadly—to teach
their sons whatever ridiculous bullshit they care to. I’m teaching my
son, for instance, that the theory of gravity is just a theory and that
invisible wads of magic chewing gum hold everything down. Your brother,
however, can’t ask you to censor yourself to protect his kid from the
realization that, hey, maybe—just maybe—other opinions are
out there and maybe his dad is wrong about homosexuality. So put your
brother on notice: If his son is going to share his opinions—your
brother’s opinions, but whatever—with adults who disagree, then
your nephew is going to get into arguments with adults, arguments
that—with you, at least—your nephew is going to lose.
And if your brother insists that you STFU
about your pro-gay views around his kid, you have a right to insist
that he and his son STFU about their anti-gay views around YOUR kid,
who might—the chance is small, but there’s a chance—grow up
to be gay.
Your nephew, of course, could be gay
himself. Lots of closeted gay teens seize “every possible opportunity”
to let their relatives “know [they] think homosexuality is wrong.” I’m
tempted to add, “And here’s hoping your piece-of-shit nephew is a
fag—it would serve your brother right.” But odds are good that
your nephew, if he is gay, would grow up to be one very messy gay
adult, thanks to the zap his dad put on his head, and we’ve got enough
messy gay men lurking in the shrubbery already, so here’s hoping the
nephew is straight.
Finally, ALIY, no one is going to take away
your liberal card if you stop working your toddler son’s potential
future gay boyfriends into conversation. It’s not a crime against
progressive values for a parent to assume that his son will most likely
be straight when he grows up because—and you might want to sit
down for this, you liberal pussy—most of our sons will be
straight when they grow up. It’s hardly child abuse, ALIY, to
refrain from asking others to entertain the possibility that your
toddler son will one day enjoy taking it up the ass.
Seriously.
And if you are going to speculate, ALIY, how
dare you stop at gay? A boyfriend or a girlfriend? What if he’s
bisexual and goes from boyfriends to girlfriends? Or what if he’s poly
and wants scads of boyfriends and girlfriends at the same time? Or what
if he’s asexual and doesn’t want anyone? Or, hell, what if he’s into
inanimate objects like that British guy who got arrested for fucking a
bicycle? Or into dead animals like the nut in Wisconsin who got
arrested for fucking a dead deer? Or what if he’s a cuckold fetishist
and wants a girlfriend who has other boyfriends who blow loads in her
that your son gets to slurp out of her pussy when she gets home while
talking about how much he loves “cream pie” and shall I go
on?
I shan’t, ALIY, because there’s no need.
Contemplating—to say nothing of forcing others to
contemplate—our children’s future sex partners and interests is
unnecessary. We parents shouldn’t be in denial about children’s
sexuality, of course, and we should make sure our children receive
excellent sex education. But beyond that, we should demonstrate a quiet
reserve, a respect for our children’s privacy, and refuse to indulge in
gratuitous speculation. We can also demonstrate acceptance by being
accepting, and let our kids know that it’s okay with us if they’re gay
or bisexual—or straight—through our actions and, at
carefully chosen moments, through our words.
Otherwise, ALIY, our primary responsibility
as parents is to STFU, as the kids say, launder those crusty come socks
without comment, and let them be who and what they are.
I’m a female college student and a
feminist. I expect equal treatment at home and at work. But I
have fantasies of domestic discipline. Some days I’d like to rush home
to clean and make dinner for my boyfriend in only an apron. Then I’d
appreciate it if he’d find some excuse, something I did wrong, and
spank me until I cry before he has wild sex with me.
My open-minded guy would be up for this. But
how on earth do I set effective boundaries? How can you be taken
seriously as an equal when you tell your boyfriend that you’d like him
to dominate you outside the bedroom (the cooking and cleaning aspect)
on occasion? It’s totally unrealistic to pretend to be BETTY CROCKER
all the time.
No Clever Acronym
Get a necklace, NCA, that you wear only when
you want the boyfriend to take charge. You decide when that necklace
goes on, you decide when it comes off, which puts you in control,
paradoxically, of your own submission.
When you’re wearing it, you’re BETTY CROCKER
(whoever she is) and the boyfriend has your consent to order you about,
spank your ass, and fuck you senseless. When it’s off, you’re equals.
Easy!
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