lgbtq
Non-nuclear is the new normal; millions of children belong to happy families with lesbian, gay, bisexual or transgender parents.
The Struggle
I have been struggling with my gender identity since I was a child, having been ridiculed teased and even yelled at just for being who I am. The first thing I remember that feel like my emotional side that showed was when I was in preschool. I was dropped off by my mother, but when she left, I started to cry, and I could not stop. It was so bad that they called my father at work to come pick me up and boy was he livid. He took me back to his work. Being a grocery store manager, he had some of his employees grab diapers, a baby bottle and pacifier which he used to tease me with saying if I could not stop crying, he would put me back in diapers and feed me with the baby bottle. Looking back at that situation, he handled that the wrong way as it was the start of me being scared on the inside and wanting to hide myself. Around seven or eight years old I felt like a girl and wanted to be one. The thought running through my head was I wonder what it is like to be a girl.
By kelly powell3 years ago in Families
Living With Homosexuality
Just to be clear from the start, I am not in any way shape or form homosexual. And yet, as will soon become clear, I do know quite a lot about it due to the fact that thirty two members of my family, immediate and extended, male and female, are openly gay.
By Adam Evanson3 years ago in Families
Shadowed
Independence is the key to yourself My mom didn’t have a plan for me to exist. The lessons I learned were lessons of rebellion. I am nonbinary so I had no choice but to allow my mother to control my narrative as a child. The most dangerous thing a child can go through. Allowing their parents to set their narrative, and tell their stories, “She’s just a cute tomboy.”
By Rachel Wright3 years ago in Families
A Mother's Day Tale
I woke up in the middle of the night—divinely inspired. Suddenly, mere days before our big trip, I knew exactly what to say to her and how I’d say it. A letter. Because a letter does not impose, a letter does not beg, a letter does not even have to go acknowledged. A letter just needs to be written. And then it surrenders and bows at the throne—waiting for its reader to decide the timing. Yes! I got giddy, in love with the elegance of it all.
By The Avid Aquarian3 years ago in Families