It’s a bit weird to be gay and an uncle, because “uncle” for me, at least, seems very str8. It’s been over 11 years, but I still find it strange to be called “Unclle.”
Nonetheless, I’m the uncle of five beautiful children. My first niece, Melissa, was born in 1991. My sister-in-law had Adrian in 1993, followed my sister having Jessica that summer.
When my brother and sister-in-law had Julia, they asked me if I would be her Godfather. Of course, I said yes, and I was at the baptism, up there holding her as the Holy Water (I’m not religious, but I respect religion) was poured on her.
I got to meet Hannah, my youngest niece (from my sister) only recently. She’s an absolute angel, and like my sister’s other daughters, has a musical sense that could turn into prodigy.
Adrian is now a hockey boy. I’m not into hockey, but his fervour whenever he talks about his games, or the current series, gives me pride and comfort.
On my fridge, I have drawings from my neices and nephew. They all extoll love for me. I’m the “fun uncle,” the one who only shows up periodically, but is always cool to hang around with.
I’m “Uncle Beave,” and that’s the way I want it to be, forever.
If you want to know the origins of the “Beave” thing, email me.