Our last night there, we were walking to the ice cream place when he called another kid “gay.” So I casually called him out on it and told him not to use that word that way. He asked why not, and I explained that it was hurtful to gay people. He ran off for ice cream, and I didn’t think too much more of it while I made sure they all got their orders and hung out with them. On the way home he asked me if I knew any gay people. I told him that a few of my very close friends are gay and that they are great people who live normal lives and do a lot of good. He asked how I could be friends with them because “that’s disgusting.” I explained that what they do and who they love is none of my business and that there’s nothing disgusting about it. “But why are they gay? Why do they choose (to like) guys?” At this point, I started to wonder if he should be having this conversation with me or with one of his parents. So I tell him that it’s not a choice, that gay men like guys the way that he likes girls. “But it’s wrong!” he persisted. “Sex should be to make babies. That’s not how you make babies.” I really was afraid of saying anything more, but I gently told him that when he was older he would understand that not all sex was about making babies. At that point, he scampered off down a driveway to run back up again and start harassing the kid walking just ahead of us. (He also ran out into traffic as we were waiting to cross the street, giving me a heart attack and prompting the rest of the kids to call him “the king of the douchebags.” I may have laughed at that, unfortunately.) I don’t know if I handled that whole conversation well at all. Kids sometimes scare me, and this whole conversation put me on the spot. I, of course, told the director about the exhcange as soon as we got back. I am still a little worried because the last thing I need is for this kid’s mom to freak out and think that I’m some evil person trying to “make (her) kid gay” when all I was trying to do was teach the kid some understanding and compassion. Honestly, I am not sure if it was my place to say all that I did. I hope that at some point, this kid looks back on this talk and reconsiders his stance, that talking about it has taught him to be less afraid, or to at least not use the word “gay” as a put-down. I have a feeling that he’s already forgotten all about it, though.
* Thanks to Maryse for the title. I totally forgot about that movie for a while there.