Cyre2067
The Living Force
So I'm gay, and have very little desire to sire children. That said, I had this dream this morning:
I'm walking down long, labyrinthine corridors. I'm looking for something intensely, and have a strong sense that it's important I find it. Finally, I arrive in a room and see a wet-nurse carrying a child out and wonder, aloud "Is he mine?" She shows me the child and I don't recognize him.
I turn around and on the floor there's another wet nurse cradling a small boy with brilliant brown eyes. He looks the way I did as a small child. I lift him up and look him in the eyes and he smiles back that self-same grin I've worn a hundred times. "My son!" I shout, pulling him close to my chest, tears of pride and elation welling in my eyes.
Suddenly I get the sense that someone is trying to take him from me, and I awake with a visceral recoil from that thought.
Truth be told, I've seen a lot of kids with their fathers on the bus, on the sidewalk, in the parks and I'm tinged with jealousy. I have friends who have children and I envy them. Most of these thoughts and feelings have popped up over the last few weeks as summer finally emerges, and I'm betting a large part of it is biochemical, but still the dream really brought those feelings to a head. I have the desire to reproduce biologically wrapped in a big red "No" in my mind, for a multitude of logical reasons consistent with my over-arching belief about the world and what's coming, but still, it's there, so I thought to mention it here.
I'm walking down long, labyrinthine corridors. I'm looking for something intensely, and have a strong sense that it's important I find it. Finally, I arrive in a room and see a wet-nurse carrying a child out and wonder, aloud "Is he mine?" She shows me the child and I don't recognize him.
I turn around and on the floor there's another wet nurse cradling a small boy with brilliant brown eyes. He looks the way I did as a small child. I lift him up and look him in the eyes and he smiles back that self-same grin I've worn a hundred times. "My son!" I shout, pulling him close to my chest, tears of pride and elation welling in my eyes.
Suddenly I get the sense that someone is trying to take him from me, and I awake with a visceral recoil from that thought.
Truth be told, I've seen a lot of kids with their fathers on the bus, on the sidewalk, in the parks and I'm tinged with jealousy. I have friends who have children and I envy them. Most of these thoughts and feelings have popped up over the last few weeks as summer finally emerges, and I'm betting a large part of it is biochemical, but still the dream really brought those feelings to a head. I have the desire to reproduce biologically wrapped in a big red "No" in my mind, for a multitude of logical reasons consistent with my over-arching belief about the world and what's coming, but still, it's there, so I thought to mention it here.