Sydney’s throwing a huge party in my honour tonight. It’s been 10 weeks since I moved my family over and I can understand the city is very excited to have me here.
What’s that, you say? Mardi Gras is not about me?
Well, that sounds strange. But still, it’s a massive event with music and dancing and glitter and happiness and there’s no way I’d ever miss it. And I’m taking my 10-year-old son with me. Even though we’re not a rainbow family. Even though I’m straight. But I’ve thought very carefully about it beyond me just wanting to have a good time and saving on a babysitter.
So if you’re wondering if you can take your kids to Mardi Gras, here are the reasons why I definitely am:
He’s already aware gay people exist.
I’m lucky enough to call one of the best guys in the whole world a friend of mine, and my son has been raised with him in his life. Not as his ‘gay uncle’. Just as a person.
When the marriage equality vote happened, my kid said to me, “What’s the big deal mum, a boy loves a boy and a girl loves a girl, like literally, it doesn’t matter.” Because that’s how I’ve raised him – to respect people as people.
Especially when they party.
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Posted by Nama Winston on Tuesday, 19 September 2017
He can handle the adulting.
The kid’s seen a butt in a g-string before. He’s seen people without pants. And I’m not talking about at home. I’m talking about with strangers. Because he’s been to an Australian beach.
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I suspect that whilst mum is fine exposing her son to stereotypes of homosexual men wearing flamboyant outfits, she would be offended by grid girls' outfits at the car races.
Exactly.
Funny how it's "cool" to expose your child to overtly sexual parades when its linked to a celebration of homosexuality etc, but the same behaviour would never be tolerated let alone celebrated if it was at the races.