Come to the LGBTQ Family Weekend in the Southwest
While we’re on the subject of seasonal gatherings of LGBTQ families, here’s one coming up in a few weeks in beautiful (and weird, but only in the best sense) Austin, Texas.
While we’re on the subject of seasonal gatherings of LGBTQ families, here’s one coming up in a few weeks in beautiful (and weird, but only in the best sense) Austin, Texas.
As Pride Month winds down, I want to give a nod to our allies, who play a vital role in building bridges as we move towards equality. One example is mom Emily Rosenbaum, who writes at Kveller about walking in Boston’s Pride Parade with her kids and their synagogue. They go to Pride, she says,
It’s Pride Month once again, which means that I am once again inspired to take stock of what I’m proud of this year. As always, my son tops the list. He’s finishing elementary school this month, which seems incredible, not because I ever doubted he’d do it, but because it seems just yesterday that I
Go to almost any LGBTQ Pride parade these days, and the number of strollers rivals the number of motorcycles. Somewhat older children march with their families, schools, or religious groups. Unlike other holidays, however, Pride has had few children’s books written about it—but there are two: one that is more than two decades old, by
Ruth Krebs Buck, who grew up going to Pride parades with her two moms, wonders what happens now that she is grown up and straight. What is her place in the LGBTQ community?
I wrote this for my Mombian newspaper column the week before the Supreme Court ruled on DOMA and Prop 8. I think the sentiments still hold, and are a good way to close out what may have been the most exciting Pride Month ever.
At this afternoon’s LGBT Pride Month Reception at the White House, President Obama was introduced by nine-year-old twins Zea and Luna, third graders from California who have two moms. Watch after the jump (along with the President’s remarks).
My son is turning nine soon, and it frightens me. Nine is perilously close to ten, first of the double digits, rubbing shoulders with that phantasm of every parent’s nightmares, puberty. Nine seems like the last hurrah of young childhood before it gradually starts to give way to the moods, interests, and concerns of an older phase of life.
Kirsten of I Have Two Mommies gets the Post of the Week spot for her “Go the $%*! to Sleep!” post about—well, if you’ve had an infant, you know. I also liked her post for the small lesbian-specific detail, however.
I keep seeing bumper stickers around town with slogans like, “Proud Parent of a Middle School Honor Student,” and “Proud Parent of a Soldier.” They remind me, in this season of LGBT Pride, of how often “pride” is associated with both LGBT identity and parenting. We LGBT parents have a lot of which we can be proud, in a lot of different ways.