This entire blog post, written by a mom whose six year old son has a serious crush on Blaine from Glee, is amazing.
My oldest son is six years old and in love for the first time. He is in love with Blaine from Glee.
For those who don’t know Blaine is a boy…a gay boy, the boyfriend of one of the main characters, Kurt.
This isn’t a ‘he thinks Blaine is really cool’ kind of love. It is a mooning at a picture of Blaine’s face for a half hour followed by a wistful “He’s so pretty” kind of love.
He loves the episode where two boys kiss. My son will call people in from other parts of the house to make sure they don’t miss his ‘favorite part.’ He’s been known to rewind it and watch it over again…and force other to, as well, if he doesn’t think people have been paying enough attention.
Click the clicky and read every single bit of it. If more parents were like this, we wouldn’t have to have things like the It Gets Better project.
[h/t Joe]
Man…wish I’d had a childhood like that kid is going to have. And I had it pretty good by comparison.
Same here Bruce. I had the same type of crush when I was in elementary school but even at that young age, I still had the intuition to keep it to myself. My crush was on (now don’t laugh) Captain Crane on Voyage to the Bottom of the Sea (David Hedison).
Yes, you can look on google images (if you’re too young to remember). The fact that gay kids today even get to see same-sex kissing on tv is mega-great—so damn lucky.
The reason I never missed an episode of sesame street when I was 6 was not because I was in love with Big bird, I watched so I could get all swoony over Maria.
Ah, the days of the childhood crush. Thank God this kid actually has someone he can TALK to about it without shame or fear. His parents should get medals.
This is the most adorable thing I’ve read about in quite a while.
How blessed that little boy is to have such thoughtful, understanding parents.
I can only dream of having had a childhood like his…*sigh*
This boy has some really great parents! This is also an example of why it is important to have positive LGBT characters on TV and in the media, and positive portrayals of LGBT lives and relationships, so this kid (if he is indeed LGBT) has some positive role models.
Me too…maybe six years old I used to look out the window from the backseat of my Dad´s car (he was driving and my Mom on his right and my older sister behind her alongside of me) and think ¨I´ll invite him to my birthday party¨…looking into the cars and male drivers that went by…only the handsome ones gained entrance to my imagined ongoing birthday party world.¨ Of course nobody knew but me and I still smile about it and I´m nearly in my late sixties (sometimes my birthday party still goes on inside of my silent fantasy mind and the quality for membership remains much the same however the venue changes frequently). LOL
Gary: I watched “Voyage” regularly back in the day, until like a lot of Irwin Allen TV shows it got too weird. But back then I was more into the futuristic submarine and the science-fictiony part of it. I do remember thinking Hedison was the most good looking one of the bunch though.
I don’t recall having a crush on any of the TV or movie actors back then, in my early teens, but I distinctly remember how my jaw dropped when I was (I think) 14 years old and watched my first “Bomba” movie on the family black and white TV. Johnny Sheffield was in his early 20s when he made most of those and jeeze he’d grown up nicely by then. I mean…Really Nicely (Here’s a good shot of him in character: http://brucegarrett.com/images/JohnnySheffieldBombaTN.jpg ).
From then on every time I saw they were running a Bomba flick on TV I made a point to watch it. The stories were terrible and the production values couldn’t have been cheaper. But I didn’t care. It doesn’t take a lot of money to put a muscular twenty-year old in a loincloth and I was 14 and couldn’t take my eyes off him. That in retrospect should have been my first clue.
Not something I could tell mom about though, let alone any of my friends. I look back and see how much of myself I had to hide growing up and how much that took away from what should have been a magical time of life and I’m so glad that at least some gay kids these days don’t have to go through that. I have a gag in the second episode of my cartoon series “A Coming Out Story” about how I had a stack of “16″ and “Tiger Beat” magazines stashed under my bed when I was a teenager. I made all sorts of mental excuses for drooling over the teen boy idols in the pages back when I was that age and it was completely embarrassing walking up to the cashier at the local drug store with a small stack of teen girl magazines every month. But I kept buying them. And hiding them from mom. This kid won’t have to do that. I’m glad for him…and a little envious.
Bruce-hahaha. I never heard of Bomba. Ok, since we’ve opened this door; how many older guys here were addicted to Bewitched and wished like hell that we could be like Endora–an exotic looking sassy b***h-witch who could creatively dispose of the school bullies with the snap of a finger. A few years ago I saw (I think it was an article or even an entire paperback book) on why gay kids loved Bewitched; not only having ‘powers’ and a magical life, but we could identify with Samantha who had to hide who she really was in order to please her husband (like our families) and fit into the mortal (straight) world.
I had a gay friend in elementary school (yes gaydar was working back then too) and we used to play Bewitched and lounge on top of refrigerators and a tall stone wall around a local cemetery the way Endora would ‘pop in’ perched on anything but a chair. We even used to sit on the rooftop of the house like she did on occasion.
Sorry Wayne and Evan, you didn’t know what freakazoids you had here. Laugh…..
Poor kid.
Cute!
Hoping for the best for this kid.
tony, Poor kid? I think he shows very good taste.
Why “poor kid” tony? What’s wrong with him?
Anyway, when I was his age, it was King Triton.
@tony
Poor jackass.
Me: Scott Baio. Charles in Charge. Wanted him to be in charge of ME, but didn’t really know why.
Oh, also, Mark Paul Gosselaar, who has matured along with my taste quite nicely.
John Travolta in “The Boy In the Plastic Bubble”. Also, in Jr. High I ran across this book on Greek mythology that contained drawings of nude or seminude Gods, and I checked that book out about a hundred times over the course of three years. The stories themselves were entertaining, but really, it was the illustrations.
But my earliest memory, I think, was that in kindergarten, one of my classmates had a father I thought was cute. I even said so when I got home, and I remember adults reacting with surprise at my choice of words. They didn’t seem upset-not that I could tell-but I definitely got the feling I’d said something innappropriate.
I’m 78 and my boyhood heart throb was Roy Rogers. I used to fantasize about him “saving me” from some danger and sitting on his lap in his saddle as we rode away. What a beautiful man he was.
I was thrilled to meet him at his museum in Victorville, CA, a few years before he died.
Jerry
Jerry, you win this whole comments thread with THAT one.
Thanks, Bill. I should have mentioned for the younger set that Roy Rogers was also known as the “King of the Cowboys.”
Jerry
And his wife, Dale Evans, was not only “Queen of the Cowgirls”, she also wrote “Happy Trails”.
Bill,
Interesting. I never knew she wrote that song. I also always enjoyed the Sons of the Pioneers in the movies. Two favorite songs were “Cool Waters” and “Tumbling Tumbleweed.”
Jerry