Well, it's Sunday again, and our son came over for dinner as usual.
Reminder, the three of us in the company of only each other are darkly sarcastic in a fun and loving way. I know it sounds like a contradiction, but tenderly loving to one another as well. Darkly sarcastic comes when we're all feeling great and having a laugh like tonight.
Caveat: He's my son, but technically he's my step son. But he's forever more my son and I'm so proud of him.
Also, I am totally dressed en femme, pads and all, casual blouse, wig, missing only the make up.
Okay, here we go.
One of his close friends has come out as transgender and made the decision to transition. It was a 'yeah, no kidding.' Moment for all of us, but we were chattering about gender identity, self identity, sexuality, and the like.
As the discussion went round and round touching on topics related and unrelated, my son bowed his head and with mock resignation said "Why do all of my dads leave me? Can't I have just one good male role model?"
I shot back with mock distress, "Son, that's hurts my heart! … Inside!"
My wife had a few quips on his own and he had the realization of "Oh, did I cross a line?" And said "Guys, I'm joking, you know I'm joking, right?" To which we replied "Yeah, dude, we're just messing with you!"
Hugs, more laughter, more sarcasm, and … it being St. Paddy's day, more corned beef for all.
I love my family
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