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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 powell5 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 Liam Ireland5 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 Wright5 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 Aquarian5 years ago in Families
Return to Alexis
She was already flustered, traffic had been heavier than usual and her taxi had dropped her off at the airport door in just enough time for her to make it to the gate before boarding. The air outside was frigid, biting against her cheeks as she stepped out of the taxi, pulling up the handle of her carry-on suitcase.
By Haley Modlin 5 years ago in Families
Till Death Do Us Part
Two guys who met on a gay website and one of them made a formal request for dating, right there in front of the other’s building, on the same day they met for the first time. Ricardo answered yes to my request. Since then, we have been together. My last day with him in this life was Friday, March 26th.
By Fred Costa 5 years ago in Families
Summa
Dear Summa, s far back as I can remember I have always been protective of you. I know that is normal big sister instinct. But I hope you never felt like it was because I did not think you could handle things on your own. I know you can. I have seen it. And even myself being five years older than you, I sometimes think you are stronger than me in most ways.
By Meeka Wood5 years ago in Families
To Speak of One Is to Speak of All of them Before Us
In the summer of 2009, a year before my mothers death, there were four generations of Novak women alive. My grandmother, age 78. My mother, age 54, and my aunt, age 53, myself, age 30, lastly, you, age 8. We are all very different people and yet the branches of our family tree led us to who we are, to who you are, and will be.
By Katharine Novak5 years ago in Families
A Date With Freedom
The day ended on the patio, with a glass of Bright Cellars Merlot…a crisp flavor sits on my tongue as the auspicious date of friends glows in the darkness. The perfect crystal glass needed with a magnificent wine to commemorate the day that will live in all our memories for a lifetime. Our lives were changed in the company of friends, this memorable Merlot, to cap off a day of tasting freedom for the first time.
By Marti J. Smith5 years ago in Families
