The letter you always wanted to writeGrowing up homosexual,I never expected to be a dad. I fantasised that I was straight, so I could fantasise that I would be a father. This vision entailed an idealised domestic life with me as a stoic yet loving paternal stereotype. As I apologised my way through puberty, and the fantasy disappeared,partly because it was based wholly on The Waltons and other TV tripe and partly because my gayness was fact now, not just fear, and portion of that wasnot being a father. It just didn’t seem possible.
Fast forward a few years to the queer-consciousness explosion of the 1990s,which saw a rise in the numbers of visible LGBT parents. Never one to miss a recent wave, I agreed to become a“known donor” for a friend (your mother, or of course) in 1997 and,by the end of 1998, was a known donor to you, and my shapely son.
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Source: theguardian.com