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From surrogacy, foster care and interracial adoption to the complexities of gay divorce and the legal battles around gay parenting, Daddy & Papa presents a revealing look at some of the gay fathers who are breaking new ground in the ever-changing landscape of the American family. Daddy & Papa is a documentary film made by Johnny Symons. It explores same-sex parenting as seen in the lives of four families headed by male couples.

The film also examines the legal, social, and political challenges faced by gay parents and their children. From the playground to the courtroom, Daddy & Papa uncovers the struggles, challenges and triumphs of gay fathers and their children — bringing to light a new kind of American family. After two years of a stable relationship with his boyfriend, Jie Li, the two embarked on a surrogacy journey together and successfully gave birth to his son Kai Kai.

An LGBT film for everyone in An year-old girl calls attention to the memories with her struggling musician father who tries to bring the best to thei. We aim to break boundaries, think outside of binaries and build bridges within our communities and beyond. Stay connected, and tell a friend. Nobody warned me.

I mean, sure, people told me that I would feel protective of my kid and that I would have to watch for overly defensive impulses and instincts. I got my first clues of it two years ago, when the bilingual daycare that then-Toddler N attended began making complaints about his behaviour. Things had been hunky-dory for months, until the sweet, kind and inclusive bilingual daycare worker moved on to a new job.

Suddenly, we had reports that Toddler N was being disruptive and difficult with his new worker. Luckily, it was time for Toddler N to move up to the next level at the daycare, so we relaxed a little. Suddenly there were problems again. So again we began to observe our son on the sly. Turned out that the bilingual daycare was largely French.

The other kids would be gathered around for songs and games while N was left to his own devices. After the song circle was finished, the supervisor the only worker in the room who spoke English would then do songs with N on his own. I managed to stay relatively cool, despite these burgeoning impulses. I brought in long-term, peer-reviewed studies of English toddlers who had been plopped into non-English learning environments; I strategized, I debated, until it became clear that this daycare had made up its mind in regard to my son.

He was fine.

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Could use a little help with pronouncing consonants. Otherwise totally normal. No signs whatsoever of ADHD, et cetera. Words cannot really express the depth of anger I felt at the daycare. But the intensity of my protective impulses toward my son had unsettled me. On one hand, I was glad that I was able to advocate and, finally, fight on behalf of my boy. But I had been shown just how primal and atavistic parental protectiveness can be.

It is just conceivable that he may face more than the regular quotient of assholes in his young life — particularly once he starts school. But the trick for me is to keep hold of perspective. To let people know that they cannot fuck around with my son without walling him off from a world that is going to bump and jar him from time to time.

Once I feel that someone is being intentionally cruel or ignorant, I tend to not only burn the bridges — I tear down the village, blacken the sky and salt the earth so nothing will ever grow there again. And therein lies my challenge. Communication not private: Your email will be forwarded to the writer by an Xtra editor. Skip to content. Need A Suggestion?

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