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Following Jodie Foster’s Golden Globe speech, during which she indirectly came out as a lesbian for the first time, a number of questions have arisen.

Among them: Who is the father of her sons, 14-year-old and Charles and 12-year-old Kit, whom she co-parents with former partner Cydney Bernard?

Speculation has long been that the late producer Randy Stone, Jodie’s confidante, is the father of the boys, who were by their mom’s side Sunday.

Not surprisingly, given the somewhat pointed nature of her speech, Jodie has never commented on the subject – not even to Charlie and Kit themselves.


“Randy told me that Jodie said she’ll tell the boys who their father is when they’re 21,” said Stone’s father, the Reverend Beverly Bates, 75, to the Mail Online.

“He said he could never tell me because Jodie was his best friend. He said, ‘Mom, I can’t discuss this with you.’ He told me he had had to sign documents.”

“It was a secret he took to his grave, that was how much he loved Jodie,” Bates said of her late son, who died in February 2007 after heart failure.

Bates said she “would love to know if Randy is the boys’ father,” adding that her son was a “father figure” who maintained a constant presence in their lives.

“I personally think he gave Jodie the gift, but she will never tell me,” Bates said. “And Randy made an agreement with Jodie that he would never tell.”

Physically, the boys clearly look related to … each other. “I know the boys have red hair and freckles, that’s not from our family, but Jodie’s side,” Bates said.

Bates said Foster’s desire for privacy stems from the 1981 assassination attempt on President Ronald Reagan by a crazed fan who wanted to impress her.

“She’s not paranoid, but she is very very careful,” Bates said of the acclaimed actress, “and who can blame her, some nuthead could try and get the boys.”

Foster, 50, noted Sunday night that she actually came out “about a thousand years ago, back in the stone age,” to the people who actually matter to her.

“In those very quaint days when a fragile young girl would open up to trusted friends, and family, coworkers and then gradually, proudly, to everyone who knew her.”

“But now, apparently I’m told, that every celebrity is expected to honor the details of their private life with a press conference, a fragrance and a reality show.”

“You guys might be surprised, but I’m not Honey Boo Boo Child.”

Thank goodness.