Donate to Hate

Donor anonymity? The religious right is worried about political finance reform 'cause they wanna donate to a political charity to stop gay marriage but they don't want people to know they donated for fear of retaliation? Welcome to my world. Nearly every move a gay/lesbian person openly makes is subject to retaliation from the religious right. From renting an apartment, buying a home, getting a job, even adopting our children. We can't get married so we end up paying for Health Care twice. Retirement? We can't access certain accounts 'cause we're not married so we have to put more into the kind of retirement systems in which we can appoint each other beneficiary. Take your donor anonymity and shove it. You donate to a HATE filled religious cause disguised as political and you risk me and my children finding out. We have the right to boycott your business too and believe me, I've taught my children the difference between right and wrong. The world is changing and every hate filled move you make casts a permanent hateful light on your religion.

No Name Calling Week

No Name Calling Week is a great idea.
My son's middle school has a Diversity Club and a Diversity Day but it's only racial diversity. They never even thought of including GLBT issues. The the faculty sponsor was so happy to know about No Name Calling Week. I guess this means she won't have to make her Diversity Day inclusive, she can just sponsor No Name Calling Week next year.

No Sticks, No Stones, NO DISSING!

She'll break her Neck!

Her head was about to pop off like a dandelion. That Posh Spice, Mrs. Victoria Beckham, is WAY too skinny, imho. Her neck can't possibly support the weight of her own head. How can she even pick up her own children with those twigs she must call arms. What in the world? WTF! Is that what str8 men find sexy? Isn't the VERY HOT David Beckham afraid of breaking her? That old saying, "you can never be too rich or too thin" is wrong. Unlimited wealth contributes to unlimited poverty and thin, too thin, is unhealthy. I don't even think she's attractive anymore. And to top it all off, she was BORING on Idol. BORING!

Hell is for Dentists

Seeing life anew through the eyes of your children is Swonderful BUT (you knew I had a big but didn't you) when it comes to teeth I'm a pussy. Oh wait, that's rude. I mean I'm a wimp. Thom passes out at the sight of blood so I am the family nursemaid. However, when my darling daughter Kara woke up the other morning and said, "Daddy look, my tooth is loose" I felt a little queasy. By the end of the day the tooth was out with very little fuss or blood. The ToothFairy, or Molanator, came that night with 8 quarters so we made a special trip to the dollar store just for Kara. It was sweet and innocent and her new "Big Girl" tooth has already started coming in. In my opinion, if there were a hell it would be full of dentist waiting to pull your teeth only to have them grow back and pull them all over again. Just don't wiggle those teeth for daddy, it grosses him out.

Hair of the Dog (s)

We have unwanted dogs. Unwanted, unloved, but physically cared for dogs. Thom and the boys wanted them 3 years ago, promised they would care for them, and professed knowledge that I, their daddy, would not be taking care of their dogs. I'm allergic to dogs for cripes sake. We need to reHome these dogs but no one is taking. It's like an emotional blood letting to get these PEOPLE to physically care for these dogs, I've given up on love or play time. Oh, they have food, water, and shelter but they might as well be living in a shelter for all the attention they get. I give it up to the Universe, I can not TAKE ON the nurturing of any more creatures. I will not NAG anyone about the dogs, that becomes Thom's job. I will not FORCE or conjol anyone into loving, caring, or playing with Jack and Gabby. Do you want a brother and sister dog act? Can you give them a LOVING home? I hate that this, that this thing has happened. I take pet stewardship VERY seriously. They become part of your family but no one has bonded with them. Sad.

Steroids Steroids Steroids

Prednisone is making me crazy, mean and rotten. I'm yelling and I can't shut up. I'm angry and I can't calm down. Thank goodness I only have 2 more days of this wonderful immunosuppressant corticosteroid drug. Here I am with 4 beautiful children who do their job expertly, forget everything you tell them, and normally I can make my own choices about how to respond to things like forgetting too do your science project earlier than the night before it's due but on Prednisone my only option is to yell. I'm yelling and yelling and thinking to myself, "Why are you yelling? Why are you so angry"? This is a crazy making drug. This drug is why my walk-in closet, which has been unwalkable for years, is finally clean and clear. I sequestered myself in the closet. It was the only way.

I'm taking it for a bad case of dermatitis which I get every couple of years and can't get rid of without Prednisone. I warned Thom and the kids. I thought the boys were old enough to understand. "These drugs will make me crabby and angry. You should keep away". Danger! Keep out! I'd turn back if I were you! They've been in my face and each other's more than normal. Or maybe that's the drug talking. I can't imagine what life must be like for a drug addict. I HATE giving control of myself to something else. Probably why I've never been drunk.

Fear of Gay Dads?

Fat cats and rat tails! Where has the time gone? Thom and I have been together for almost 10 years and we have 4 wonderful, difficult, brilliant, beautiful, strong, and brave children. They are growing up so fast. I see changes, remarkable changes, each and every day.

"Are those your kids"? they ask at the grocery store.

Yes, these are MY children. They may not have grown in my womb or my partner's womb but they grew in my heart, in our hearts. And now they OWN our hearts, just like your biological children own yours.

This blog is for them, as a record of our lives and a record of their dad who writes it. This blog is for us, the 2 Way Gay Dads, least we forget, in our IMPENDING old age, the sheer bliss they brought to our lives. This blog is for all the same-sex parents so we are NOT invisible. Invisibility is bad for us, our kids, and society, just ask The Invisible Girl with laryngitis. This blog is for the rest of society so you can witness the changes, on a more personal level, when 2 Way people of any persuasion come together in love to raise... love. This blog is so you won't be afraid. Look at their Christmas (2009) faces. How can you be afraid?