The cover article in today's Times Magazine is about gay men who marry in their early twenties. I was a groomsmaid in one of those weddings once. Then I remembered that Ryan, one half of the young gay couple I used to hag, is somewhere on Texas soil right about now and that he should call me so I can meet his new spouse and so we can knock over a margarita machine together.
I also remembered the time that his former b-friend Dan sort-of kind-of asked me to have their baby, back when they were thinking about those things. I was honored that they adored me so much that they'd want to raise a half me, half them child, even though they'd be getting some fucked up genetic material out of the deal. I really can't have anyone's baby for health reasons (damn aorta!). I suppose that if I really really REALLY wanted to and didn't mind risking death and/or early delivery, I could do it, but there are plenty of unwanted kids floating around who need homes and love, so putting my ass at risk just to bring another beaky Armo with a leaky heart valve into the world has never seemed important to me.
But if I were in perfect health, I really would have done it, although their time frame put me somewhere near 40. Alas, they have found other loves of their lives and probably better surrogate mothers with better-quality eggs to bear any future offspring. My tubes will never be used and instead of children, I will raise novels. But for vanity/biology's sake, I liked the idea of my offspring having two fabulous dads to dress her fashionably and raise her in the UK, although she'd probably grow up to hate me for having abandoned her.
Novel #3 idea: woman bears a child for her favorite gay couple and goes away for ten years. The couple breaks up and a custody battle ensues, and the child, on the verge of her teen years, asks to be placed with her mother. Mother has been wondering over the last few years if the father of the child she bore was one of the gay guys or if it was another man. Comedy and sadness, trouble and desire, ensue.
Don't, like, steal my idea, 'kay?
And Ryan: please call me!
Posted by Zerd at April 27, 2008 05:38 PM