lgbtq
Non-nuclear is the new normal; millions of children belong to happy families with lesbian, gay, bisexual or transgender parents.
Angie
Some people come into our lives and fill them with wonder and inspiration. Sometimes, those people also bring us into the world so that we may do the same for them. From a very young age, my mother told me I had saved her life because it was my arrival that put her on a better path as she had someone else to live for. I never got the full details or grasped the full depth of the stones that were laid on that path, but what I did know of her leads me to believe that she would have been fine regardless of birth.
My Mired MusingsPublished 11 days ago in FamiliesMother, Dear
For most of my life, I have made a point not to come close to anything like “hero worship.” This decision started early. In middle school, we were all required to enter an essay contest and write about a person we considered a hero. I wracked my brain for a week or so, thinking hard about who I could write about, knowing full well that most kids would be writing about their parents or some celebrity or athlete they loved. I decided on Cassie Bernall– the seventeen-year-old “who said yes” to believing in God during the Columbine High School massacre. This option checked every box for me and my parents.
Explain why popcorn pops to a kid who loves watching it in the microwave.
Popcorn is like a tiny explosion of joy in a bag. You might have wondered why those little kernels magically transform into fluffy, delicious snacks when you pop them in the microwave. Well, get ready to embark on a journey into the world of popcorn popping – it's a mix of science, fun, and a dash of magic!
JOSIAH NWOKOPublished 29 days ago in FamiliesExploring the Essential Role of Sum Mathematics in Problem Solving
In the vast ocean of numbers, mathematics provides islands of structure and meaning. One such island – the concept of summation in mathematics – is more than just an esoteric element; it's a powerful tool that permeates various fields of science, economics, and beyond. This blog post aims to dissect the importance and uses of sum mathematics, demystifying what may seem complex and revealing the practical beauty that lies beneath the symbol.
Lead AcademyPublished about a month ago in FamiliesWaiting for Me
I knew you before I knew myself; your smiles, laughter and eyes that sparkled, almond brown, back at me when I dared to look into any mirror, anywhere. You were blooming, not with sustenance nor with proper acknowledgement, you burrowed deeper, hidden behind my skateboard, my cigarettes, my unwanted peach fuzz. I resented you for being me; for stealing my place, my ease, my friendships. I despised you for pushing me forward, tossing me to the wolves, the haters, never caring to hold me tight. No one wants to be me, the unwanted babe, the banished boy in cohorts with a pushy budding young woman. I avoided you, I tried to smother you over and over for what, WHAT?; in this world what could you give me but rejection, hate and fear. I am like driftwood, washed up onto the rocky beach, stepped over, casted back to sea only to wash up again unwanted. I lost my father because of you, he unwanted me. You just had to take over my life, make my every moment hell. I sit in the shower broken; my body does not reflect you. My heart longs for love yet who will love this pain, this budding flame of dreams? I don't want me; how can anyone else? I have played and paid and now, with stacked dishes in my sink, dirty clothes on my floor, a room with a bed unmade I sit and I wonder why the hell I was born to be me in this creepy, stupid world. I am sensitive, smart and funny but that will never be enough. I am a weirdo to white guys with mohawks and big, black boots. Stomp, stomp, THUD! Will I one day be under their feet? Kicked, beaten to a bloody heap of white bones just like theirs? Will I relive my rejection from my father over and over and over or will there be a miracle? I lay low. Why the hell would I flaunt my femininity to appease those in charge at the clinic to recreate me? I am Frankenstein, an embarrassment to those whom I loved. My hair is falling out, I cry when I shave every morning. The one thing, the one person rather, I have is my mom. Somehow, for some I just don't know reason she keeps believing in me; she loves me and shows up. I have deceived her so many times, broken her heart and frightened her yet she continues to want me. I am never sure about anyone else. Never sure, never. I don't go outside unless I have no choice. The bus scares me; will my she in me be seen? She is stronger and emerging faster than my confidence. I keep my head down, stare at my phone in my oversized hoody hoping to just get to where I am supposed to be. When I get to where I am going I am still awkward and keep quiet. They see a brown boy, a lost case in a system of losers. At least that's what I think. Can I trust them to help me when I am amber in a porcelin boutique? Never know, never know. Mom texts me too much 'cause she worries. I guess she should be concerned; nothing seems to flow easily in my world, my burnt out boy, my screaming girl; my GOD, I am my twin. My eyelashes are long, my eyes are always wanting to cry, but I don't do so anymore, well, not that much. What does it do other than make my mom sad? Does anyone NOT see me as a freak of nature? I mean, other than mom? I don't understand why I should be PROUD when the whole damn world is grateful they don't have a kid like me. I get hugs from my mom, nice words from my doctor, sweet messages from far away aunt. I honestly do not know how long I can hold on to me. Alone. Me, myself and us. Transgender is not something I would have chosen. Why would anyone want to put a fucking sign on their door that said, "beat me"? That's where I am now. At the door. My life is wrapped up and placed in the bottom drawer of my dresser; there is no happiness, just lonesome, unwanted thoughts. My heart beats so loudly when I lay still; my she is free when we turn off the lights, look up at the stars and safely under the blankets look at texts from mom saying stuff like, " goodnight sweetie", "How are you?", " I miss you". When she says that I am her daughter, I shine, just a bit before my light goes out again.
SURROGACY
Surrogacy, also known as 'womb for rent,' is a method of assisted reproduction where a woman carries a child for another individual or couple.
Melania J.L.Published 2 months ago in FamiliesFRIENDSHIP
Introduction In the intricate tapestry of life, humans and animals have shared a profound connection that transcends time and cultural boundaries. From ancient civilizations to modern societies, this bond has evolved from one of survival to a rich tapestry of companionship and mutual understanding. The notion that humans and animals are friends is not just a sentimental perspective; it's a reality that manifests in the countless stories of loyalty, compassion, and shared joy between species. In this article, we delve into the heartwarming relationship between humans and animals and explore the ways in which this connection enriches our lives.
Daljit singhPublished 3 months ago in FamiliesSunset Serenades: Life Along the Shores of Lake Malawi
The sun began its descent over the vast expanse of Lake Malawi, casting a golden hue across the water that stretched as far as the eye could see. Along the shores of the lake, a small fishing village came to life, each sunset marking the end of a day but the beginning of a unique rhythm that resonated with the heartbeat of the people.
Nexus NarratorPublished 3 months ago in Families**Whispers of Mulanje: A Tapestry of Life in Malawi**
In the heart of Africa, where the sun kisses the earth with a warmth that lingers in the soul, lies the enchanting land of Malawi. Our journey begins in a remote village nestled against the backdrop of the majestic Mulanje Massif. The people here, like the roots of the ancient baobab trees, are deeply intertwined with the rich tapestry of their culture.
Nexus NarratorPublished 3 months ago in FamiliesUnveiling the Unstoppable Force
Title: "Unveiling the Unstoppable Force: The Unique Traits and Trends of Generati on Z" Introduction: Generation Z, born roughly between the mid-1990s and early 2010s, is making its mark on the world with distinctive characteristics and unprecedented trends. As the first generation to grow up in a fully digital era, Gen Z individuals are shaping culture, technology, and societal norms in ways that set them apart from their predecessors. Let's delve into the unique traits and trends that define this unstoppable force.
Relationship Between Heterosexual Fathers and Feminine Gay Sons
The evolving landscape of family dynamics and acceptance has led to a more open dialogue surrounding diverse sexual orientations and gender expressions. In this context, the relationship between heterosexual fathers and feminine gay sons is a dynamic and nuanced aspect that reflects the broader societal shift towards inclusivity and understanding. This article explores the challenges, growth, and ultimately, the potential for strengthened bonds between heterosexual fathers and their feminine gay sons.
ShaCayne JacksonPublished 4 months ago in FamiliesInnocently inappropriate
It was a family gathering like any other, filled with laughter, the aroma of home-cooked meals, and the joyful cacophony of relatives catching up on life's tales. Little did I know that this particular evening would etch an incident into the family folklore under the category of "Innocently Inappropriate."
Nexus NarratorPublished 4 months ago in Families