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10 Traditions That Brighten the Festive Season
10 Traditions That Brighten the Festive Season Different nations and civilizations mark the holiday season in unique ways. Some people place religious traditions at the heart of the celebrations. Others simply like spending time with family, sharing a wonderful dinner, and catching up with those who are far away. For many people all across the world, this is also a tradition in and of itself. Throughout the holidays, Christmas songs have long been a tradition in shopping malls. The romantic at heart strategically hangs mistletoe in these locations. Holiday cards are sent and received with thought. On Christmas morning, kids expect to find presents that have been wrapped and cookie crumbs. Some of the more unusual customs that are observed during the most delightful season of the year are included in this list.
Paul SmithPublished about a year ago in FamiliesComing Out Dinnerš¦
I met him at The Beginning of the Summer. His eyes were not focused on mine, I scanned the Room and followed the footsteps of my best friend I galloped along at his pace...
HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)Published about a year ago in FamiliesMy final Christmas Celebration
The story of my final Christmas celebration/family gathering involves: 1. A food "faux pas"
Jay,when I writePublished about a year ago in FamiliesIād Love to Give Everyone a Big Olā Hug
When youāre online and read as often as most do, you come across a lot of really sad people. Whether itās stress, mental illness, breakups, or even the death of a loved one, sadness abounds. All corners of the internet and everywhere in between are full of people who could just use a hug.
Jason ProvencioPublished 2 years ago in FamiliesDoes Any of This Ever Make āSense?ā
I remember vividly the day in kindergarten, (1971?) I looked up a classmateās dress. We were all sitting āIndian styleā on the big carpet in the corner of our classroom, in a circle for show and tell.
Martha MadrigalPublished 2 years ago in FamiliesGay Kids' Heartthrob
Chapter One ā¦. Iām hanging out with my college friend, Jessica, and her little cousin. Her little cousin goes inside the house (we are on some sort of farm-like property) as another little kid, about six years old, drives a riding lawn mower with a trailer and a yapping dog running alongside. The whole sight is bizarre to behold and Iām worried on so many levels; for the kid driver, the dog, and the tractor/mower, for that matter. The kid is so small. Jessica remarks that itās great they have access like this out here; as if kids elsewhere are deprived because they canāt drive tractors right out of the womb. Iām from the city and Iām horrified.
Schinter Scauleywag (A.K.A. T.J. Belevede)Published 2 years ago in FamiliesMy Ex-Husbandās Homophobic Slurs Ruined His Relationship With My Son
I have been sitting on this story for several weeks. I wasnāt sure if I wanted to share something so raw and personal. But I am a writer at heart, and I feel compelled to share my life with others. If for no other reason, my life can be a teaching tool for others.
Chrissie Marie MasseyPublished 2 years ago in FamiliesMajor setback for Utah team at LLWS
Easton Oliverson pictured below played outfield and pitched for Snowy Mountain Little League team out of Utah. He was a major contributor to his team's success to getting to the Little League World Series.
Lawrence Edward HincheePublished 2 years ago in FamiliesIdentity labels are everything for a person who was raised by a Narcissistic parent.
Growing up between two homes after the divorce was hard, but undoubtedly worse because my parents were Jekyll and Hyde. By the age of 5 I was going on weekend visitations with Charlie (my father) which, included wearing ripped jeans and playing outside in the dirt. Then I would come back home to Cathy (my mother) and her husband, in their neurotic and chaotic home of horrors. I was to be neat, quiet, and not a bother during the week, while I was encouraged to be a wild child on those weekends. Each parent reminding me of how much the other sucks and how I should really "be". It has taken me 15 years away from them (since I became legally estranged at 16) to finally find my identity as a woman, mother of three, and wife. I only owe the confusion and trauma to them, but I owe everything to the labels that I now feel fit "me".
Jaded Savior BlogPublished 2 years ago in FamiliesThe Voice of the Tree House
The whispers from the trees began ten minutes ago to lure us into the forest like a siren's call. Halloween night and me just ten years old as my friends gathered at our house in their costumes and full of candy from the nightās scavagings and roamings from the neighborhood homes lit with pumpkins as the paper ghosts wraithed in the cooling breeze that rattled the leaves that sounded like applause the of bones. The whispers continued tin-like and distant as my friends with their plastic flashlights huddled terrified. āLong is the night, and deep is the forest where mysteries lie! Come find me!ā
Kevin RollyPublished 2 years ago in FamiliesAyah Kami
I donāt think our dad actually planned for any of this. When he came to the United States almost forty years ago searching for an education that would provide him with a better life, he had no way of knowing he would meet a young, White woman in college and proceed to have two kids with her. He couldnāt have known that he would successfully earn a PhD, work jobs where he was unpaid or severely underpaid due to his immigration status to support his new family, and come to accept that his two children would not follow the path he had hoped they would.
Muchtar SuryawanPublished 2 years ago in FamiliesDear Mom, I'm Gay.
Dear Mom, Iāve never told you this before but itās time that you knew. Iām gay. Well, not gay as in I just like women. I like men and women. Iām bisexual and non binary. Iāve kept this from you for so long because I was always scared of disappointing you. As your eldest child, I always felt an incredible amount of pressure to keep you happy and live up to whatever expectations that set out for me ā get a job and get a decent post secondary education. While I was never the best with my grades and schooling, I was always scared of disappointing you. Your constant comments about the LGBT community and how anyone who wasnāt heterosexual was constantly going through a phase were never met with deaf ears. I would hear every snide comment and passing joke that you would make at the expense of a community who is constantly bashed for something that they canāt control hurt a lot more than I would ever admit to. Knowing that you held a disdain for people who are just trying their best to be accepted in the heteronormative society and just try and get by in their day to day lives while facing discrimination purely based on their sexual preferences, what gender they were or the gender of their partner made me all the more afraid. Afraid of disappointing you further.
Shandelle KendraaPublished 2 years ago in Families