When I was 16, I wanted a child. I wanted my child to grow up gay, so that I could give it all the love it deserved, and more. I would be that mother who would embrace my child’s difference.
Then I graduated, joined the workforce and prayed I’d have a straight child so s/he doesn’t have to always get the shorter end of the deal and hopefully not go through shock therapy at church.
This year, when I gave family planning some serious thought, I decided that I won’t have any children in Singapore. I have stopped wishing my dreams of freedom on my unborn child. I want to be able to tell my child, “You be whatever makes you happy,” and that is clearly not possible in Singapore for a myriad of reasons.