Esthero

You can tie my hands behind my back
And lick your initials in my neck
Foreplay does nothing for me
But commitment makes me wet
I already know you're having an affair with words
But, boo, I'm married to it
My vocabulary leaves most men wary
I need to know
Can you get into it?
Would you let me lick you with alliteration
And tie you up with similes
Give you pain and pleasure with soliloquies until you beg me for release
I think we can have the ebonic plague solution
Lace me with your lexiconic seed and in nine months we can start to raise the revolution

- Fastlane (By Esthero) Lyrics

Along the lines of commitment making me wet, and when I say wet, I mean wet like a watermelon. I just thought you should know – Gay dads make me wet. I just thought you should know that I find gay dads incredibly splendid. I’m not talking about Daddies of the gay scene with their Porches, Rolex and the mind set that they can buy whatever they want, sometimes even women (maybe as arm candy?). But I’m not for sale, (however you can rent a dance) so save your cash for those who are for sale Daddy-O.
The gay dads that I am talking about are sexier than Brad Pitt in ‘Fight Club’. Most of them will never look like that on the outside, but what they do with their lives makes me feel all warm and gooey as if they did. In their case it’s about personality not pecs. It’s about six seat vans, not six pack abs. It’s about spending every evening checking in with your loved ones not spending the night checking out the latest drunk ones.
Don’t get me wrong, I don’t want to sound as if I am bashing those who live the life of a childless socialite. My hats are off to those who are smart enough and know themselves well enough to know they do not want kids. A parent that is one simply because they had sex is only spreading genetic material – not parenting.
But what warms my cockles, (as in the depths of my heart and soul, not the shellfish) about the gay dad is the fact that this man, single or in a committed relationship, had to really evaluate himself and his desire to parent. Not only that, but he also had to work for the right to be a parent. He had to work for the right to have more responsibility than most straight men can handle. He not only signed up for a lifetime of responsibility, but he had to prove to others that he should have that right and that responsibility. It's a conscious commitment beyond the scope of what any other person must make.
(Commitment makes me wet.)
For those of you who have friends that are non-heterosexual parents, you have an idea of what I am talking about. For those of you who are gay dads, you know more about it than I can possibly put into words.
But what about the lesbian mom’s of the world? Well, hats off to them too. But lets face it, if a single woman (straight or lesbian or whatever) wants a kid and she is fertile all she needs is a donor, (some are easier to get than others I know). But over all if the child comes from your body the federal, state and civil government will not challenge your parental rights anymore than they would challenge the nice hetero couple down the street. Shy of being caught severely abusing your own genetic offspring you are pretty much set.
A gay man walks into the county adoption agency and you’d think he just committed a crime. Sure, there are a few civil government agents that have said they are now starting to consider single men as adoptive parents – but they are far and few between.
Sometimes if a gay guy or gay couple has enough money they can go through a private adoption agent or lawyer. Kiss that new BMW and two week trip to Hawaii away, along with the next 18 years of your private life. Last I checked it’s about 40,000 to 50,000 dollars just to get the kid adopted. Oh yeah, be ready to be the token Homodads everywhere you go; day care, first day of school, back to school parent/teacher conference, summer camps, graduations, family outings. You are now head of your local Homodads Public Relations committee.
It’s the conscious commitment. It’s the unconditional love. It’s the willingness to be put under society’s microscope. It’s the desire to invest one’s soul into the future of another.
“Foreplay does nothing for me, but commitment makes me wet.”