Currently living in the six hours between my dad heading back home to Michigan and going to work. In post-SOLO HOMO 9 mode, but also must get things together for more visitors and Pride. Thanks to all who came out to the show this week–you rock! Hope you had a good time.
So my Solo Homo 9 piece, An Ernie Yes or No, was recently published by my writerly pal Byron and the rest of the fabulous folks over at The Everyday Gay. The publication happened a bit “fast” even if the piece has been in the works for a few years now. Byron and I had been emailing about contributing–and then I noticed EG was doing a Father’s Day week celebration, so I struck. Byron loved it, and wrote a touching introduction, which I am so thankful for.
The piece covers my evolving attitude about the possibility of being a Dad, incorporating family history, pop culture, my relationship with Ernie, and various other introspection. Read it by CLICKING HERE.
The piece started in winter 2008 as a class assignment in my friend Kelcey’s Creative Non-Fiction class at IUSB, where I did a year of graduate work. Over the last three years, I’ve been working at it here and there, and by the time this year’s Solo Homo came about, I knew I wanted to use the opportunity to finish it. I think of all the pieces I’ve done, this was the easiest to memorize, because so much of it, especially the final thoughts, have been bubbling in my brain for so long, that I’ve known it for a while.
In thinking about my family, it’s actually a comfort to realize that all parents have their doubts, fears, and demons to deal with when it comes to being parents. Our parents are people too! Who knew? In the 24-hour period before my dad came to visit and see the show, I had a bit of panic and a case of writer’s remorse. This piece gets raw and real–about my family and myself–moreso than any work. And it freaked me out a bit. Especially with my dad hearing it. But Dad is well aware of his personal goings-through in being a young parent, and talking about it definitely calmed me down. We’re good. 🙂
As per one of my final thoughts in the piece, about attempting to help raise any child of mine to not be an asshole, my Strawdog Theatre friend, Hank (who also bar tended Monday night) pointed me to this article from Details Magazine: Are You Raising a Douchebag? It’s funny at first, but also gets real. It’s no fluff piece. While no kid of mine will ride around in a $2000 stroller, one of the more accessible things that the article touches on is the parenting trend of over protecting. One of my mantras these days is Kids are so coddled! Let them live and discover and take risks. Falling off a bike will make them stronger. As I approach 40, I hear myself saying “Back in my day….” more than I’d perhaps like…. The article cites a forthcoming book called Let them Run With Scissors…. which I’ll have to pick up “if we get there.” I also like some of the user comments following the piece (a rare thing these days of so much general negativity in comments sections everywhere). One in particular is by a mom of 19-year-old twins who was a single mom since the boys were 3. Go her!
I hope you enjoy the essay. Feel free to leave non-douchebag comments here and/or at the EG site. 🙂
UPDATE: October 2011 ~ Follow my new blog project, Memoirs of a Guncle: adventures in gay unclehood, to follow up on the themes (and more!) touched on in this essay. Cheers!
UPDATE: October 2017 – The EG site is now down. I’ve also taken down the Memoirs site but am looking to re-post entries here.