Why are those two guys in the paper, Mommy? Why are they holding those babies? How come the babies are so fancy?
Read about these guys. Read the story. Would you please read this one, Mommy?
The questions and requests were simple, and although the
answers should be just as easy to share with my 6, 4, and 3 year-olds, they
weren’t. Usually, our newspaper reading is a little less exciting, but today, it really got us thinking.
I realized in the brief moment between putting Cheerios on
the table and pouring my coffee, that I had never really talked to my
kids about same-sex relationships. It’s
not something that I’ve tried to hide from them, but before now, the
opportunity to discuss same-sex marriage has never arisen.
I remember in my early 20’s, pining for a Carson Kressley to
enter my life. I envisioned marathon
shopping trips topped with unlimited and unsolicited fashion advice. I wanted a pal and confidant to guide me in
all the ways we straight women--for some strange reason --believe that gay men
would if we had one as our best friend. It’s silly, ridiculous, and I’m embarrassed
to even write it.
Still now, I--we--don’t have gay friends. We really don't. We don’t know many people—okay, anyone—in a same-sex
relationship. It’s 2010.
What on earth is wrong with us? We’re a
liberal, forward-thinking, open-minded, educated
couple in the very diverse mid-east. Where
are our gay friends?
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