let me tell you what being a genderqueer daddy isn’t about for me. it’s not about maleness or masculinity. i am not interested in either of those. it’s not about being the father you had or even the father you wished you had way back when, it’s about being the daddy you want and need now.
it’s about safety. it’s about comfort. it’s about arms that are strong enough to hold you when you’re sad. it’s about power that respects your consent and safety. it’s about hearing what you’re happy about. it’s about hearing what you’re sad about. it’s about holding your secrets close to me. it’s about being proud of my girls & genderqueers. it’s about you getting to know that the same body that’s holding you close would have no hesitation hurling itself into anyone who threatens you. it’s about loving all the parts of you, whether or not you do. it’s about not being afraid to tell you how fucking good you look. it’s about letting you paint my nails when you’re lonely and scared and need someone to be there. it’s about dependability. it’s toughness and tenderness. it’s protection. it’s a strong, soft refuge from a world that talks down to you, belittles you, sexualizes you without your permission, abhors you, erases you, frightens you, and is trying to hurt you.
you make me proud, babe.
