you people suck. You know who you are. The ones who have come to this blog just because you saw the word gay and parenting in the same sentence. Why you people can’t keep your opinions to yourself is beyond me. It may be because you are probably Christian and Jesus gave you the Great Commission. But I suspect it is really just poor upbringing.
A friend of mine has been after me to start a blog about gay parenting for a while. I hesitated because I am so busy with my 4 ½ month old son, that I wasn’t sure that I had the time. I live in Massachusetts where gay issues are pretty consistently in the news. When I read the paper, I have come to compartmentalize the day into good gay days and bad gay days. A good gay day is when you read about a legislature changing his mind about gay marriage, or gay parents being treated with respect at a Catholic school. And then there are the bad gay days, like when the headline reads that yet another marriage ban has passed in yet another state.
I am having a bad gay day. The headline this morning informed me that our lovely governor, Romney is suspending a committee that deals with gay youth issues (he wants to be president) and a friend of mine was harassed last night, in a liberal city – at an event for gay mothers. Lovely.
So this is my shout out to the world. I want to tell you that gays are not pedophiles, that lesbians and gay men are not categorically abusive to their children. In fact, we are mega parents, we carry our children in swings 24/7, we breastfeed the kids for years, and then we don’t buy store processed baby food, we make it from organic vegetables. We don’t let our kids watch tv and we teach them sign language before they can talk. (At least most lesbians are like this. I however, have taken a different track, but more on that later.)
I would tell you all of this, but I suspect that bigots are not convinced by reason or evidence. My guess is, bigots just die, and then a more enlightened group of kids come along, and the world is better. The reason why I believe this is anecdotal, but here is the story. My partner’s grandfather served in World War II. He was anti-Semitic. During the war, his life had been saved by a Jewish guy. The guy risked his life and saved his. This did not change his mind. He died anti-Semitic. But his grandkids are better than that. Life just goes on.