I was seated on the couch alongside my 8-year-old son, engrossed in a Pokémon episode, when he exhaled deeply and admitted, “Dad, I like pink.” His eyes avoided mine, suggesting he felt a deep sense of shame for his preference. As I noticed his small brown-haired head droop, I reflected on my own childhood experiences.
My relationship with my father was distant; he left when I was 9. Before his departure, he seemed to suspect I might be gay, likely because I didn’t fit traditional masculine norms. I had little interest in sports, trucks, or the color blue. I can’t recall the exact moment, but it’s possible I mentioned my fondness for pink. For him, that lack of conventional masculinity warranted concern. To “man me up,” he enrolled me in wrestling at the local community center.
Clad in a green leotard, I was made to grapple with other boys. If I had been gay, this might have seemed like a dream come true, but for me, it felt like a nightmare. I didn’t enjoy wrestling or aggression, and I sensed my father was more invested in shaping me into his ideal version of a son than accepting me for who I was—a gentle, easygoing kid.
I vividly remember him perched on the sidelines, elbows on knees, displaying a confusing mixture of compassion and apprehension for my masculinity. He seemed to fear I might become “one of those damn faggots.” To him, wrestling was a guaranteed way to ensure I grew up “straighter than a coffin nail.”
Now as a father, I’m less concerned about my son’s sexual orientation, especially regarding his fondness for pink or his disinterest in traditionally boyish activities like playing in the dirt or driving trucks. However, witnessing him express his love for pink with such trepidation made me worry that he could perceive me in the same way I viewed my father.
Did he fear my judgment because of his preference? I hoped not. Clearly, he had absorbed the notion that liking things traditionally associated with girls was unacceptable—this could explain why, when his sister watches Frozen, he appears captivated yet denies liking the movie, insisting, “Only girls like Frozen.”
“That doesn’t mean you can’t like it,” I told him.
“Yes, it does,” he replied.
Entering parenthood, I had hoped we had moved beyond such stereotypes, believing boys could enjoy pink, Frozen, or dolls openly. Yet, as I sat across from my son, anxiously awaiting my response, it became evident that we hadn’t.
Instead of worrying about his orientation like my father might have, I focused on how I presented myself and whether I was inadvertently reinforcing gender stereotypes. Faced with a choice, I could either encourage him to embrace his interests and potentially challenge societal norms, or I could reinforce outdated views by responding with disapproval.
Ultimately, I opted for a more supportive approach. My son was still looking down, waiting for my reaction, when he mentioned, “Sam said he likes pink, too. He’s the only other boy I know who does. Most of my friends say pink’s for girls.”
I replied with something I wish my father had said in a similar situation: “I like pink. Now you know three boys who do.” He relaxed, nestled against me, and we continued watching Pokémon together.
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