I’m The Dad Of A Boy Who Loves Drag Queens
While most of our writers are stuffing themselves with holiday cheer, we thought we would share some of our more memorable stories from recent months and maybe a little longer ago.
We've watched this family's cute and amazing story unfold with our posts:
It's been refreshing to hear and see the side of the story from C.J. and his mom.
Now we get to hear from the father in this amazing family.
The day after Halloween, Matt posted a short essay to Huffington Post about Bob The Drag Queen surprising C.J. and trick-or-treating with him. Following is the not-as-short, unabridged version. I think Matt is the best father ever, but I’m a little partial. Xoxo, Lori
This year when I asked my son what he wanted to be for Halloween his answer surprised me. Too be perfectly honest, most of the things that come out of my 9-year-old’s mouth surprise me. So why would this answer be any different?
“I’m going to be Bob The Drag Queen! Bob is my hero!”
Since C.J. discovered and became obsessed with RuPaul’s Drag Race seven months ago, I’ve made it a point to sit down with him and watch it. It’s not one of my favorite shows, but that doesn’t matter to me. He loves it; and because he loves it, I sit with him and feign interest. I tell him I like the drag queens he likes and I love the dresses he loves. I’m sure he knows that if I had my choice I would be watching a football or baseball game, but he also knows that I’ll sit next to him on the couch, watch episode after episode and get excited when he gets excited.
Parenting a child like C.J. has it challenges and struggles but he always knows he is loved and supported by his dad. Both of my boys know they are loved for who they are, exactly the way they are.
C.J.’s heroes and interests are vastly different than mine were at his age. When I was 9 years old, my world revolved around football and baseball. I dreamed of playing both sports professionally.
My heroes were professional athletes who excelled in their sport and my gender nonconforming son’s hero is a strong, confident, race winning drag queen.
I never got to meet my heroes. But, last night, C.J. got to meet his. Once he got over the initial shock, he started crying happy tears. And I did too.
Bob The Drag Queen has proven to be a person worth admiring. After reading my wife’s essay about our son dressing up as him for Halloween, Bob rearranged his schedule, worked until the early morning and then flew across the country to trick or treat with my son. I couldn’t thank him enough, even though I tried for most of the night.
People have asked me how I can let my son have a drag queen for a hero and dress up as one for Halloween.
I point out that my hero when I was 9 years old was ...
I was going to paste the whole letter here, but we need to give this family some credit, some praise, and some traffic to their site ... so click here to find out this amazing father's answer to how he can let his son have a drag queen for a hero.
Thanks dad for being quite amazing yourself.