Horrifying. As someone who desperately wishes the idea of having an unborn child would be as easy as it might be for some of these people, it makes me sick to think they already have rules and regulations on what that child must be. 

Ah-fuck. All. Y’all. 

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Never ever stop celebrating Anna Howard Shaw Day.
A special one, to screenscaptioned.tumblr.com 

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“Mommy, they are just like me.” 

My oldest son is six years old and in love for the first time.  He is in love with Blaine from Glee. 

For those who don’t know Blaine is a boy…a gay boy, the boyfriend of one of the main characters, Kurt.

This isn’t a ‘he thinks Blaine is really cool’ kind of love.  It is a mooning at a picture of Blaine’s face for a half hour followed by a wistful “He’s so pretty” kind of love.

He loves the episode where two boys kiss.  My son will call people in from other parts of the house to make sure they don’t miss his ‘favorite part.’  He’s been known to rewind it and watch it over again…and force other to, as well, if he doesn’t think people have been paying enough attention.

This infatuation doesn’t bother me or his father.  We live in a very hip-liberal neighborhood, many of our friends are gay, and idea of having a gay son isn’t something that bothers either of us.  Our son is going to be who he is, and it is our job to love him.  End of story.

He is also six.  Six year olds get obsessed with all kinds of things.  This might not mean anything at all.  We always joke that he’s either gay, or we have the best blackmail material in the history of mankind when he’s a 16 year old straight boy. (Take that naked bath time pictures!)

Then the other day we were traveling across the state listening to the Warblers album (of course), and in the middle of Candles, my son pipes up from the back seat.

“Mommy, Kurt and Blaine are boyfriends.”

“Yes, they are,” I affirm.

“They don’t like kissing girls.  They just kiss boys.”

“That’s true.”

“Mommy, they are just like me.”

“That’s great, baby.  You know I love you no matter what?”

“I know…” I could hear him rolling his eyes at me.

When we got home I recapped this conversation to his Dad, and we stood simply looking into each other’s eyes for a moment.  Then we smiled.

“So if at 16 he wants to make a big announcement at the dinner table, we can say ‘You told us when you were six.  Pass the carrots’ and he’ll be disappointed we stole his big dramatic moment,” my husband says with a laugh and hugs me.

Only time will tell if my son is gay, but if he is I am glad he’s mine.  I am glad he has been born into our family.  A family full of people who will love and accept him.  People who will never want him to change.  With parents who will look forward to dancing at his wedding.

And I have to admit, Blaine would be a really cute son-in-law.

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A THOUSAND TIMES YES.

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the superbowl, or manhood 101

The superbowl’s annual return means young boys everywhere are sitting around television screens with whomever it is they watch the game with, enjoying (or when I was a kid, resenting) the sport of a series of men tackling each other over a fistfull of leather. This game also serves a much more boy purpose, however - to teach our boys what to like, how to act, and what to hate.

The advertising that goes on around superbowl time does quite the number to the psyches of women and girls watching as well, which is another post entirely, but the structure of the game is to encourage - as Michael Kaufman would put it - a social norm of surplus-repression (boys must repress all things not masculine - including feelings other than anger, passivity, complacency, and weakness) and surplus-aggression (to fill those voids with violence, aggression, and activity). The game of football itself does a good enough job doing this, but the ads during the game are nauseating.

The one I featured above is just one example. Girls? You dream of having a man take you on a horse through a soft, beautiful meadow with romantic music and remain as passive as possible. Boys? Dream of getting in a fast car, next to running over a hot woman, speed recklessly as rock music is playing, rhinos buck, and sandwiches are made. FUCKYAH.

… Fuck no. Boys, like myself, sit down to obligatorily watch a game they do not enjoy only to see that all the other things we don’t enjoy are the ingredients to a real man. Not only that, but valorizes ownership, possession, violence, and sexual obligation in regards to their partners (see the florist ad, yogurt ad, etc.) The socialization of our young men is something that needs to be much more intensely interrogated if we are to restructure the lived realities of men and women in our lifetime. 

Mind you, my relationship with football is much better now, but these ads are just horse shit.  

And I, both of you. <3
PS CALL ME SOMETIME YA TURD. 

Hahaha, nope. I wasn’t present at the photoshoot, so that is my friend’s bottom. I’ll pass on any compliments you have, though! 

Leave it to friends to have your moment of pride followed up with a quick 1-2 punch. ;D

If you are at all interested in hearing my answer to this question, come see me present!