Wanna Be A Daddy. Wanna Help?

Thanks for the question, @everlustinglover. I'm probably a little vague on that point because it will depend on the situation I ultimately find myself in. There are all kinds of families, and I just want one – I won't be picky which kind. My plan is to marry the woman who bears my children and do the happily ever after thing, with one of us staying home to be a full-time parent. (I'm open to either situation if I encounter a partner who earns more than I do.) But I'm open to co-parenting with an already established couple or some other non-traditional model. The only non-negotiable is that I need to be a part of my kids' lives and that we make them the old fashioned way if at all possible. ;)

AS SOON AS POSSIBLE!!!!!!!

I’ll close with a note of admiration for your own closing thought. And I hope you find a man who will want to please you and give you all the children you want. That’s the magic that, once found, you should never let go of.

Hi @submissiveformydom. Thanks for the question. I intend to support my partner's passions and goals, just as I hope she will support mine. So as long as we had a plan for how the little ones would be taken care of while you were acting, it wouldn't be a problem for me. On the contrary, I'd be excited to see you living your dream.

Hey, @pragmaticstatic! I bet you'll find one of us. We're out there. Finding someone who is excited for the whole process might be extra hard – I hear from lots of folks that the guys they find want to fill them with cum til the test shows positive and then bail. If you're just looking for a baby, it should be pretty easy. There have been times in my life that I wished I could find a one night stand and end up with a baby. But I realize now that without a partner to share the joys (and the burdens) with, it would be a hollow victory. I suspect you're after a partnership, too. I hope you find what you're looking for, and if that includes a partner, I hope he treats the amazing gift you offer as the most valuable thing in the world. Because it is.

Hi @mamiceta. Thanks for your question. I've wanted kids since I was 16. I knew that having them then would be a tactical error but the desire has only grown in the 16 years since. I fantasizes about the children my high school girlfriend and I would have right after college. I begged my college girlfriend to stop taking her birth control pills (and joked that I'd replace them with sugar pills). After college I decided that dating folks with incompatible views of the future was a waste of time and I've limited my search to those ready, willing, and eager to have children – no easy set of restrictions for a guy living in the more liberal areas of the country where everyone is so focused on their careers. As I prepare to turn 32 tomorrow, this is an urgent need in my life. Sure, I could wait til I'm 50 or 60 to have kids, but not really – not if I want to be in their lives the way I do. So, I hope that answers it for you. :)

[This has nothing to do with the topic of my blog but I had to share this story, which is true.] "Are you going to put your phone on airplane mode?" An unfamiliar and decidedly unfriendly voice startles me as I'm checking my Facebook feed one last time before taking off on the last leg of my journey to and from Austin. The trip had been marked by a series of travel successes: four flights and four seat belts that fit; all my flights departed and landed on time; the conference I'd attended had been fun and engaging; I'd run into a couple old friends and caught up with each of them. It was the end of a great 4 days. So here I was, settling into my flight home, and I hear her: "Are you going to put your phone on airplane mode?" Who is she talking to? Me? Why is she talking to me? I take the earbud out of my ear and look her in the face, trying to discern why she would be asking me this question. She's roughly my age, brunette, whiteish, sad-looking, stern. The flight attendants had just made the first request for folks to switch to airplane mode; I had a good few minutes before the plane even began to taxi. Who made her the fucking phone police? "What?" I ask, giving her the option to pretend she hadn't asked such a ridiculous question. "Are you going to put your phone on airplane mode?" she repeats, unblinking. "Yes, obviously," I manage after too long a moment pondering who had hurt this woman so significantly that she felt the urge not only to break the cardinal rule of strangers-with-phones-in-forced-proximity and admit to reading what I was doing on my phone but also to break the comfortable silence between seat neighbors not with a greeting but with a question about my intended compliance with bogus FCC regulations. "Good, because if you don't, I'm going to say something." She stares me down. I am stunned. Utterly unsure of how this person could have possibly come by her priorities in life, I search for something, anything, to say in response as I slide the menu up from the bottom of my screen and click the airplane icon. "That's sweet of you," is all I can muster. Not my best or most incisive response ever. I was just so shocked to have been brought back to 2nd-grade threats of being tattled on for bending a rule no one else follows to the letter and that isn't even self-consistent: Why turn off the network connection when the doors close but turn it back on when the plane touches down? Why not do from door-closed to door-open? Or from cleared-for-takeoff to touchdown? But most importantly, who fucking cares? These thoughts and my continuing puzzlement about what kind of wrongs it would take to damage a human this way cloud my mind and render me comeback-less. We don't speak the rest of the flight. I begin writing this and take solace in two small (petty?) things: (1) I know there's an iPad in my bag that never got switched to airplane mode, and (2) I have a sneaking suspicion that she'll at least take a few glances over to my screen and see that I'm writing this about her.

Hi, Anon. I'd surely consider it. Relocating is as much a financial decision as an emotional one. Assuming I could find an equally lucrative job in the area – one that supported us both – then yes. Otherwise I might ask that you consider relocating, at least for a time.

Yes. And I'd consider whatever safe means were necessary to make her a mommy. Meds, IVF, even adoption. And if I were the one having fertility issues, I'd consider using a donor's sperm (or maybe even a bull's). I want to be a daddy. It's less important that I'm genetically a father or that it happened without help from the outside.

Greetings, Anon. Three to five is the official published range, with a few caveats:1. I won't have more kids than I can afford. And I'd like to be able to support my family on my salary alone and have my wife stay at home. (I'm progressive though. The reverse would also be cool if my wife made more money than I.)2. I won't be disappointed with just one or with two. I would never be so ungrateful for the gift of children to be like that. If one or two is all we can manage, then there ya go. If I go through life never having any kids, though...disappointment forever. 3. I also won't be upset if the number is a little over five.

My birthday is in a week. How should I celebrate?

Always glad to hear from a fan of the blog. Depending on who you are, and what your intentions are, and how long it is until you're here, and where we both our in our lives by then, and all those other fun life variables, maybe we could hang out?Pro tip: anonymous comments make it hard to discern any of those things. I don't even know if you're a fellow daddy-wannabe or if you're looking for one. 🤗