Updating this for the new year, and I still can’t let this dumb joke go: That’s Dad Poet, not to be confused with Dead Poet. I understand that there is an entire society for Dead Poets, but I am not yet qualified to join their ranks. There, got it out of my system. Again.
Some sage once said that there is only room in a man’s life for one great passion, or maybe it was obsession. Either way, if this is true I must accept the fact that I will never be famous for anything. One passion? It was true of Jesus in his quest to save the human race; it was true of Buddha with his quest for peace. But then again, I imagine that Jesus was a damned good carpenter and that Siddhartha must have had a hobby or two, maybe butterfly watching?
In the past I found myself with multiple blogs for various purposes, and I realized that not only was my story becoming a bit hard to follow, but my task of keeping up with its various locations was progressively prohibitive. So I decided to bring all my loves and obsessions together into one central hub, here on The Dad Poet blog. That move goes directly against the usual blog and website advice, which is to specialize, find a unique niche, tailor your topic to your audience. Well to me that sounds backwards. Find an audience and then craft everything you write toward them? Ah, but then it becomes all about stats and views, and not (I hate this buzz word) Content.
Well, I don’t expect there to be a wide demand for a niche blog about gay fathers who write poems and essays about poems, record audio and video poetry, and watch birds when they get the chance. But dang it, that’s who I am. And that’s the kind of thing I write about. And if I have the honor of your presence even after this third paragraph then maybe there is hope that my little blog rebellion will be alright. And I’m hoping that even though you won’t identify with every one of my obsessions, much of it, being the beautiful human that you are, you will relate to.
I am the tremendously proud father of the three coolest boys to walk the earth. You can read more about them on the Father page and of course in regular posts on the blog home page. I have become good friends with my former wife, and I am the youngest of a family of six children that made the show “Brothers and Sisters” downright spooky for me to watch.
After a few failures with gay relationships I was hoping for one in which my partner, though he may want to strangle me from time to time, would at least once in a while look at me and think, ‘Damn, I’m glad I’m with him.’ But I was told that what I wanted was “a fairy tale that does not exist.” All I wanted was a partner who respected me and actually enjoyed my company, rather than just tolerated it. And now here I am, well past 40 and five years into an astonishingly nurturing relationship with a beautiful man who is also my dearest friend. It was far more than worth the wait.
I have studied education, English, and religion. I have worked as a cruise tour co-host, a radio personality and program director, a waiter and restaurant manager, a customer service representative and a voice for a major national weather company.
I have been a choir director, a Sunday school teacher, a youth minister and a cynic. I created and helped to build a world-wide network of fathers, called Gay Fatherhood. Involvement with this group is how I came to meet the men in the picture who support me in more ways than one, my two beloved friends and brothers, Vince, all the way across the pond in Northern Ireland, and Keith just a few hours south of me in Maryland.
I have traveled but have yet to see Alaska, Germany or Italy. The Caribbean was fun, but my favorite holiday was in Northern Ireland with my oldest son, visiting the dear Vince and his husband David. But I have also had the privilege of showing them around the woods and waterways of Penn’s Woods, my home country.
Books about poetry, fiction, birding and cooking are spread throughout my house, along with misplaced coffee cups and empty wine glasses.
I love cooking; it’s a way to unwind and to care for friends and loved ones. Oh heck yes, I love the feedback too. “This was the best meal of my life!” was a recent favorite. At work I prefer to be in the front of the house, though lately it seems to me that we have spoiled people in the United States with that old adage, “The customer is always right.”
Favorite book? That’s hard to say, but if pressed (go ahead press me), I might say either Virginia Woolf’s Mrs. Dalloway or Chiam Potok’s My Name is Asher Lev. Perhaps I’ll post sometime a long list of favorite authors and poets.
Favorite Movie? Big Fish or (You might have guessed it) Dead Poet’s Society and The Hours (Again with Virginia Woolf!), but there are many others.
Admittedly I don’t watch much, but two foot surgeries a few years ago made me sit down long enough to fall in love with CSI (LA, the original, not that Miami crap), Without a Trace and the shenanigans of Boston Legal. I miss that show! I also enjoy Brothers and Sisters and LOST, and I think that BBC America is a godsend.
Okay, I’ve bored you enough. I can’t believe you actually read all of this. Don’t you have a life? For the rest of the story go back to the home page of the blog and for links to my loves and interests see the Father, Birder and Poet tabs on the top of the page.
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