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By Travis Knoll
everything to receive a
in the” Don’t ask, Don’t Tell” era. For years he had been telling me that some
men “liked” other men and that I should not judge them for that. Of course, at that
age, I was a year or two away from “liking” anyone (of either gender) anyway, but
I did know that being “gay” was something to be feared, something you had to
deny in front of your 4th grade friends. Anytime someone did not get along with
you, and you would spend the night at your best friend’s house, they would make
innuendoes as best as 4th graders know how. At the time I was just plain scared.
My father was a “gay.” With these taunts in my head, and imaginings the horror
of the discovery of my father’s secrets by the rest of the world, I blurted, “Just
shoot me!”
Of course my father was patient with me and calmly explained that being
gay was not much different than being straight and that society just did not quite
understand him yet. He also told me that he would not tell any of my friends that
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he was gay so as to give me freedom with my own life. This gesture raises a
larger question: Why the need to deny part of himself to the world so that being
who one is does not hurt those around him? Why, like Abraham left Ur for
Canaan, did father have to leave his past life to raise a child?
understand the other half of my father’s life, the one separate from our suburban
life.
I was in 5th-6th grade when we realized we had black mold in the house we
owned, due to a tenant’s washing machine leak that could only be repaired by
a coffee shop that I had been to once or twice while my father would grade
papers. As I started to pay more attention to the neighborhood, I noticed that two
men could actually publicly display affection. My father explained shortly after
that this was “a gay coffee shop” and that the majority of the customers there
were gay. I met several men in this coffee shop at Crossroads Market in Dallas,
the sense of community that I felt growing up there. According to the account,”
Missionaries tried to tell a man [of this nation] that women should love only their
husbands so that men could be sure of whom their children were; he responded,
“Thou hast no sense. You French people love only your own children; but we all
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love all the children of our tribe.”1 At Crossroads Market, I was accepted into a
new “tribe.” I would meet the first member of this “people” or “tribe” that would
prove the Indigenous man’s quote about “loving all the children of the tribe” true.
Rick Vanderslice breathes the radio, and radical politics. He used to work
at a Dallas jazz station, 107.5 the Oasis, and when I was twelve, my father
directed me toward him. I can remember one day going up and singing the
slogan “107.5 The Oaaaasis!” to him almost every Tuesday when I walked into
the coffee shop. Rick would patiently laugh it off, hand me a newspaper, either
the New York Times or the Dallas Voice (the local gay paper) and tell me to read
which he said “Be skeptical, but never cynical, and always remember that when
you are fighting for civil rights, its worth it, and you are on the right side of history.
You are religious, and regardless you know that we are not a criminal class, so
tell people. Bigotry comes from ignorance and fear plain and simple.” I took this
speech to heart and kept on coming back to the coffee shop every week to
discuss the latest newspaper articles with Rick, who would sit in the corner and
encourage the group of people that came in to discuss an issue of the day and
create a conversation. Rick has been my main political mentor in many ways. His
patience and insight were the first steps in allowing me at age thirteen to start
believing that I could discuss issues that mattered with anyone as long as what I
said was not reactionary but well reasoned. Rick is radically impatient when it
1 From The Meaning of Marxism, D’Mato, Paul, p.29. 2006. Haymarket Books,
Chicago Illinois, quoting Eleanor Burke Leacock, Myths of Male Dominance (New
York, Monthly Review Press 1981),35.
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comes to Gay rights. He believes that he should not have to wait for the rights
that he knows he deserves, and that if the system does not protect his rights,
then the system be damned. Rick has invited me onto several of his podcasts
practice.
I ran into John Selig while seeing his Sports page lying at the opposite end
of the table from his newspaper. I grabbed it, and he quickly stopped me, getting
“indignant” saying “I think I will now read Sports. I never have, but it’s my paper
thank you.” I learned right away that John was tough as nails, and that he was
different from Rick. John used polemics, instead of pure logic to make his point,
while being an activist for his cause. Although Rick is an activist for gay rights,
writing. However the most important difference between Rick and John is that
John has a straight son, Nathaniel, who visited the coffee shop once or twice.
John gave me a concrete sense that I was part of the community despite the fact
that I was sure that I was not gay. At the same time as I turned fourteen, fifteen
and sixteen, John would often be protective of me, quickly informing the few
people who once in a while hit on me that “my gay father was over in the back
organization with which he had volunteered as area rep for North Texas many
years ago, and insisted later that I consider the University of Chicago (I was
rejected). He was formerly married to a woman, like many of his generation, but
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he came out and John and Rodolfo have been married for six and a half years.
Rodolfo must have a calming effect, because John is always more quiet and
calm around him, or at least that is what the coffee shop crowd says. John says
to me “You know me dear I will never change,”, an idea that gives me both a
John has attended every one of my recent birthdays and is always ready
to help me jump on the next opportunity. John’s experience as a gay parent was
invaluable to my father and me, and his stable relationship with Rodolfo was
invaluable in realizing that both gay and straight relationships are valid with
regards to commitment and that love can work or go awry regardless of ones
sexual orientation.
upbringing in rural South Dakota and dad has not been active in Gay politics. So
in 2008 when John asked my father and me to be guests his podcast, saying that
was hesitant. His gut was telling him that we would regret it later because anyone
with access to Google could find our story. I told him that I had a responsibility to
the gay community and that he should share his story too. I reminded dad that for
the past 5 years I had told all my friends that my father was gay, and that his
experiences as a gay parent would be invaluable for other gays and lesbians
looking to adopt. We joined John on his podcast. The podcast has been as
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diversity (through his AFS mentorship as well as his activism) and to appreciate
of the fact that everyday stories are the most powerful tools in fighting prejudice
and hate.
Max Westbruck is another person who has changed both my dad’s and
my own view of life. I met Max at the coffee shop when I was about thirteen. I
knew him as “the German postman.” Max has two daughters and an ex-wife with
Max’s favorite historical hero. As I talked about Alexander, Josephus, and first
century Palestine, Max told me he would like to give me his copy of Oswald
Spengler’s Decline of the West as a gift. Max defies the stereotype that classical
education is only for the elites. More importantly, he has been irreplaceable in all
example that the gay community is not just enriched or bound together just by its
gayness, but by actual people, each bringing their own experience to bear on the
formation of the community. The gay community is made up of real people, not
came from my father, who out of uneasiness about the war crimes and horrors of
World War II, had become uncomfortable appreciating his German heritage and
the small German community where he was raised. Through Max dad has
learned to embrace the richer side of his German roots. When I first met Max, I
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was hesitant, because my father told me that Max could be crude in his jokes
and no subject was off limits. Despite this warning I started talking to Max and I
have encountered a different side to him. On one hand there is the man who
says “I can lure a 30 year old man if I spoil him enough,” and the other side, a
Max who with me sticks to Plutarch, Alexander, basketball, polka and politics.
Max has a gift of gathering friends together for monthly meals at the
three birthdays there as well as my farewell party before I left for Argentina in
2009. Max is a contradiction, at once rough and sensitive, vulgar and yet he is
cares about and he is deeply concerned about preserving the communal nature
James Monk (we call him Jimmy) is the resident conservative of our coffee
shop. I first met Jimmy when a lesbian friend of ours, Marlene, who watched me
Crossroads. He said something about Ronald Reagan and I asked him how he
and that is why he voted Republican. John Selig, a non-practicing Jew and
atheist, said, “Log Cabin Republicans are like a PAC called Jews for Hitler.”
Jimmy dismissed that as rhetorical flourish and they got into a big argument
about what it means to be gay. Jimmy argued that to be gay is only one part of
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his identity and he cannot be wholly defined by it. He can compartmentalize it.
On the opposite end of the debate were dear friends Fred and his partner
George, who believed that to say “You are a gay man” means embracing that
identity fully and realizing that it has repercussions for the rest of ones life. Fred
turned to me (as General Pace was speaking in support of Don’t Ask Don’t Tell
in 2007 on TV) and said, “You do not know our community. You’re a straight kid.
You cannot understand us.” Fred then repeated that he is “a gay man with every
fiber of who he is.” The comments evoked in me both awe at his convictions, and
father, I had been accepted into his community. The Dallas gay community had
explain that Fred was expressing emotions without putting thought into them.
Jimmy said that I was always welcome, no matter what Fred said out of
frustration without really meaning it.. Indeed, even Fred joked two weeks later
that, “He should have taken his blood pressure medicine that day.” His
Identity with a capital I. Jimmy teaches compromise, a big tent, and cool soft-
spokeness, which sometimes, taken too far, can seem like denial or indifference.
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Others in the community helped me in small but significant ways. A man
named Luis would pull me aside when my father would scold me for getting too
loud in arguments with Joe Scroggins, a former seminarian. Luis would calm me
followed by his infectious laugh. These surrogate fathers brought their own
stories, their own history, and their own struggles. They shared their stories and
their lives with me and make me a part of their lives. I will always be grateful for
this, but I still could not personally feel the sacrifice. As an outsider, the gay
struggle did not affect me or involve me personally. Until it did, Fred would be
right. The final key to understanding struggle and healing would come from my
father, who would tell me of his Abrahamic sacrifice that had paved the way for
my adoption.
I have two gay godfathers, Steve and Keith, who are a constant example
of love and fidelity. I also have another gay godfather, Bob. If Steve and Keith
had not been able to take care of me in the event of my father’s death, he would
have done so (and was actually the first to come forward). Bob attended my first
ever knew.” With so many other great role models in my life, I never understood
why dad made this distinction about Bob. Several years ago, I found out. Before I
arrived on the scene, my father had been with Bob for five years in a committed
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with my dad, fearing the pressures of me having to deal with the stigma of having
father’s life.
This story gave more poignancy to his assertion, when I would misbehave,
that “You went through a lot, and I will always love you, but I went through a lot to
adopt you too.” When I first found out, I had a hard time understanding why my
godfather would make such a choice. I always thought that I could have handled
having gay parents. This story serves as both a symbol of struggle, through my
father denying his identity and love for another man, because of society’s
prejudice, to adopt me, and affirmation through my father’s love and sacrifice for
me. Bob has moved on (and my father as well) to lead happy and separate lives,
and my godfather grown to embrace his ability to raise children as a gay man.
and Bob, which has taken place through the years. Dad finds a happy irony in
this. My father says that Abraham is his role model because “Abraham was told
by the world that he would never have a child, that his chance was gone, that his
wife was barren. I was always told by the world that I could not raise a child, that
I was lacking, that adoption was too hard, that gays cannot raise children, and
that single men cannot raise children. But God said to me and to Abraham that
we would have children, that it is not too late, and that nothing is impossible.”
Dad says his greatest testimony to faith is that he has raised me in a community
so that I would embrace my own identity, whatever that might be gay or straight
or bi. I believe myself to be the straight. However I was always aware of the
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possibility that I could have turned out bisexual or gay and the community would
not have thought any less of me. When my father and I have encountered a gay
professor, gay high school teacher, voice teacher, piano instructor, or a gay
level, especially if they have children or are a committed couple. They intuitively
This liberation, this affirmation, this freedom to choose, and this feeling of
blessedness, is why I think that dad is right, that I am Abraham’s Child, his
inverse in a way. The child who might never have a true father was paired with
the father who was implicitly told that he would never have a child. Despite all
odds, through his struggle and unconditional yes of semi-blind faith, I am the
child of a man who risked everything so that his son would know a more
accepting world and have other surrogate fathers as numerous as the stars.
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