I’ve often pondered what I will say when I eventually have to explain the world’s hatred of homosexuality to my children – and I still have no answer. Do my children know I’m gay? Yes and no.
My children know I’m happy. They are innocent enough to not realize that the world has all too much to say about who I’m happy with. Because they haven’t been raised with the preconceived notions that people different than them are wrong, they don’t have the necessity to judge people. And yes, they have been raised in the church. They understand sin. They understand that we all sin. They also understand that a good person is defined by the actions they take, their daily interactions with the world, not by a societal standard of who one should be with.
In the sense of the word “gay,” they do not necessarily define me as so. I do not use the word gay to describe myself to them and I do not throw my homosexuality in their face. They see that I am very happy and loyal and committed to somebody who just happens to be the same gender I am. They will grow up in a house full of love and respect and nurturing – and that is the bottom line.
The Road Less Travelled 