http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2010/01/15/proposition-8-trial-witne_n_425137.html
When I saw this headline I was psyched. "Proposition 8 Trial: Witness Testifies Kids Do Fine With Gay Parents" WOO HOO! Show 'em that scientific evidence!
Then I read on. The witness did not discuss the findings that LGBT parents tend to be highly involved in their children’s education. ( http://www.familyequality.org/resources/publications/backtoschooltool.pdf ) Nor was anything brought up about the research showing that children with a permanent home (LGBT or otherwise) do far better than children in foster or state care. (http://www.glaad.org/Document.Doc?id=39)
I hear you saying it, "Well Mama T what did they talk about then, I'm to lazy to read the article" Don't worry, I'm usually to lazy too, though I did this time. The great argument that was presented in court was: Drum roll please..... Gays don't molest and beat children all the time!
Are you F*ing kidding me? I mean really, we're still fighting this battle. They compared us to Catholic Priests! "We have all read about the reports of widespread priestly abuse in the Roman Catholic church and the litigation that has been spawned by those reports," the judge said. "How do you square your statement with that phenomenon?" I mean not only am I offended, but I'm sure the Pope would be too. You know, this is the point where I would love to delve into to the profile of a child abuser and point out that it's not "homosexuality" if a grown man assaults a young boy, it's pedophilia, but that would just be a rant inside a rant.
Okay, enough run on sentences. The comments made from the opposition are just ridiculous.
"We can also agree that men can't breast-feed, and breast-feeding clearly has benefits for children in that it provides sources of immunity that are beneficial to children," Thompson said, raising his voice. I really would like to address this. My sister-in-law is queen of the flying nipples. She breast-feeds everywhere. I mean every where, whether it's at home on the couch or at a Japanese steak house over a $50 plate of filet mingon. If anyone has "nipple confidence" it's her. Can you guess how many times we've gone out and she's been "asked politely" to quit breastfeeding. Almost every time. Breast-feeding is not publicly excepted in out society anymore. Mr. Thompson stating that two Dads not nursing is detrimental to a baby is boloney. I'm taking a chance here to say that if I flew my nipple confident sister-in-law down there and she feed that baby in all her glory, Mr. Thompson would be offended or even insulted. Side note: a lot of straight couples don't breast feed their adoptive children either, should we ban them from adopting too?
I get that we, as a community, are more remembered for our leather chaps or steel-toe boots. We've pushed the gay movement by being loud and sometimes abrasive. I'm here and I'm queer. Look at me I won't conform to your gender rolls. That's not all we are. We are people who love despite differences. People that have been forced to look beyond stereotypes. People who have faced the challenges of breaking a mold, and are stronger and more knowledgeable because of it. Aren't these the founding principle of this country? Are we not here because we fought against oppression and strived for equality? There just seems to be a lack of common sense in today’s culture.
I know that at the Boston's Pride Parade I'll have to divert my son's attention as the New England Leather Alliance walks through, but when he sees the other young children being pulled in a wagon by their two moms or dads, we get to point and say "Look he has two moms too!" I, We, need that to not be a special event. It needs to be common place.
Saturday, January 16, 2010
Friday, January 1, 2010
Introductions please....
Welcome all! I'm Mama T, wife to Mama A, mom to B-rex, surrogate to my Intended Fathers (IF's).
Mama A and I recently celebrated our one year anniversary. We have reverted to calling ourselves Team T&A, this all because we can't decided who is going to take who's last name, should we hyphenate it, should we settle on one and what about B-rex he's got his father's last name would he feel left out? This thought process could go on for years, and it has so I'll drop it for now. We've started trying to conceive (TTC). It's super fun! There are some things in life I could die happily if I never came in contact with it again, but we have to work with it on a monthly basis. The worst part is waiting to see if anything takes. I believe we are on our eighth try this week. I'll give an update at the end of the two week wait (TTWW).
B-rex, if you haven't guessed already, loves dinosaurs. Not just love but LOVES them. I can't even remember how it started, some time around the age of 2 when his father and I separated. He found something and CLUNG to it. This year was the first Christmas we were able to get something other than dinosaurs for him. I'll tell you it's really out of the box thinking; alligators and dragons. "No not dinosaurs, Mama I want something brand new - reptiles." He's wise at the ripe old age of 5, and insists that he could teach me a few things. I always thought my mother was the champion of I-told-you-so's, but he's giving her a run for her money nowadays. It was always important for me to instill logic and reasoning into my child(ren) but now this reasoning has lead to many instances of me saying "because I'm your mother and I said so". The road to nervous breakdowns is paved with good intentions.
I'm a surrogate as well, well not a pregnant one. I mean I was last year and I should be this year but I'm stuck in limbo right now. The decision to be a surrogate was to help the LGBT community. I had donated eggs before mainly anonymously and mainly for straight couples with heart wrenching stories of infertility. I wanted to do something big though. Something I could be really proud of, something my family and community could be proud of. Mama A and I have strong family values and with my connection with infertility we talked about having a baby for a gay couple. It was a great plan we were so excited, I called up the agency I had done my egg donation through and said give me some gays! I'm gonna carry their baby. The response (I believe this is a direct quote) Sorry, we're fresh out of gays. It was funny, I still went ahead with it we found a lovely local couple who had been through a lot and blessed them with a 9lb baby boy last January. After I went back and the gays were finally in stock. We matched up (Mama A and I, I mean it is a family affair after all) with a great set of guys that we just as young and excited and in love as we are.
Mama A and I recently celebrated our one year anniversary. We have reverted to calling ourselves Team T&A, this all because we can't decided who is going to take who's last name, should we hyphenate it, should we settle on one and what about B-rex he's got his father's last name would he feel left out? This thought process could go on for years, and it has so I'll drop it for now. We've started trying to conceive (TTC). It's super fun! There are some things in life I could die happily if I never came in contact with it again, but we have to work with it on a monthly basis. The worst part is waiting to see if anything takes. I believe we are on our eighth try this week. I'll give an update at the end of the two week wait (TTWW).
B-rex, if you haven't guessed already, loves dinosaurs. Not just love but LOVES them. I can't even remember how it started, some time around the age of 2 when his father and I separated. He found something and CLUNG to it. This year was the first Christmas we were able to get something other than dinosaurs for him. I'll tell you it's really out of the box thinking; alligators and dragons. "No not dinosaurs, Mama I want something brand new - reptiles." He's wise at the ripe old age of 5, and insists that he could teach me a few things. I always thought my mother was the champion of I-told-you-so's, but he's giving her a run for her money nowadays. It was always important for me to instill logic and reasoning into my child(ren) but now this reasoning has lead to many instances of me saying "because I'm your mother and I said so". The road to nervous breakdowns is paved with good intentions.
I'm a surrogate as well, well not a pregnant one. I mean I was last year and I should be this year but I'm stuck in limbo right now. The decision to be a surrogate was to help the LGBT community. I had donated eggs before mainly anonymously and mainly for straight couples with heart wrenching stories of infertility. I wanted to do something big though. Something I could be really proud of, something my family and community could be proud of. Mama A and I have strong family values and with my connection with infertility we talked about having a baby for a gay couple. It was a great plan we were so excited, I called up the agency I had done my egg donation through and said give me some gays! I'm gonna carry their baby. The response (I believe this is a direct quote) Sorry, we're fresh out of gays. It was funny, I still went ahead with it we found a lovely local couple who had been through a lot and blessed them with a 9lb baby boy last January. After I went back and the gays were finally in stock. We matched up (Mama A and I, I mean it is a family affair after all) with a great set of guys that we just as young and excited and in love as we are.
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