My youngest child has always been a tomboy. I had so much trouble getting her in a dress over the years. I loved how she was willing to get into anything with gusto including playing AFL as good as any of the guys, riding a motorbike with confidence, or riding BMX bikes up jumps and down dips.
We used to watch the movie Charlie’s Angels and I would suggest how they all could do such amazing things in the daytime, but they still made themselves look nice when the day was done. I tried to convince her to get in that dress and look ‘feminine’. I feel a little bad about that now, in hindsight.
There were times that I thought to myself that my daughter might be a lesbian. In the playground at school when other kids were having pretend weddings between boys and girls, my little one would be one of two girls at the pretend alter beside the playground tree.
When the girls in the playground started to get a bit nasty to each other, my little one couldn’t really handle it and went to hang out with the boys.
One night over dinner my two teenagers were having a little mock fight with each other for attention. The younger one was making fun of the older one’s choice of fashion or some such thing and said to him ‘You’re so gay!’ and the usual childish response was ‘No, you’re gay!’, as if it were an insult to each other (like kids often do).
I pulled them up and told them off, saying: “Nobody calls anyone gay like it is an insult in this house.”