Wednesday, June 27, 2007


Thanks to my webspace friend, Dancing like nobodys watching, who thanks Jess for this. Read it and think and feel.

Whether you are homosexual or not, you should repost this in support of your friends and loved ones who are. Love is not defined by color, creed, or gender.

I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.

I am the boy who never finished high school, because I got called a fag everyday.

I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.

I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.

I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.

We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.

I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.

I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.

I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.

We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.

I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.

I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.

I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.

I am the woman who died when the EMTs stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.

I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I didnt have to always deal with society hating me.

I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.

I am a warrior for my country serving proud, but can't be my true self because gays aren't allowed in the military.

I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.

I am the person ashamed to tell my own friends I'm a lesbian, because they constantly make fun of them.

I am the boy tied to a fence, beaten to a bloody pulp and left to die because two straight men wanted to "teach me a lesson."

This is the boy, Matthew Shepard. On October 7, 1998 Aaron McKinney and Russell Henderson lead him to a remote area east of Laramie where they demonstrated unimaginable acts of hate. Matthew was tied to a split-rail fence where he was beaten and left to die in the cold of the night. Almost 18 hours later he was found by a cyclist who initially mistook him for a scarecrow. Matthew died on October 12 at 12:53 am at a hospital in Fort Collins, Colorado. KILLED BECAUSE HE WAS GAY!!!




Tuesday, June 12, 2007

On June 6th, it was the 39th anniversary of the assassination of Robert Kennedy. No one better summed up his life than his brother, Edward Kennedy during his eulogy. I was only two years old at the time, but the words and ideals mean so much to me. It is why I am a proud liberal and why I care so much about those who are discriminated against in this country and around the world. I will never know and never claim that the Kennedys ever had the answer, but they had this enormous ability to articulate what liberals are trying to fight for.

Sunday, June 3, 2007

Hot Fudge Sunday

[Painting by Mark Nobriga, "Chocolate Jesus", 2002, 67 1/2" X 67 1/2" - Oil and metal leaf on panel.]

So I am back from my journey, you all. Both fathers are home and recovering from their hospital stays. It is so weird, it seems like they always time their hospital stays so close together. One time they both went into the hospital for the same condition on the same weekend. Not only was I distressed, but I was kind of freaked out by the coincidence or fate of the whole thing.

Maven in Action...elsewhere...

I am in the process of reviving my old Voices of Adoption site, but this time calling it Voices in Adoption because some adoption agency horked the and Do you think they are holding them for me till I got back from my sabbatical? Anyway, I wrote a new article about the ethics and pitfalls of potential adoptive parents advertising their interest in adoption via road sign or other methods of casting a wide net.