Who do we think we are

I wonder if I am alone in getting asked that question a lot as a kid. I wonder how other people answered it.

Just who do you think you are, young lady?
                               as if I should know the answer to such a complex question, differing at any bend
as it turns out, i would just hang my head in shame at the idea that she thought I had thought i was anything. It was not ok to think you were anything, had anything or that you thought or believed anything outside of what was already approved. 

Speaking of bends...nah. I'm not going to go there.

A lot has happened since I last wrote.
I commute to work via bike most days.

Biking has changed my life for the better. I love it.

Who do I think I am?
a bike commuter
now, to not know who you are, takes you through different turns.

You know, I'm sure that the question, "who do you think you are" implies that someone we are speaking of is someone they are not, and that they are acting like someone who is taking a privelege that they have not earned. Something like that.

an imposter.

Sometimes I feel like an imposter to my own life.

Birthday #5

Wordless Wednesday

Rocking with my homies

So one of my guilty pleasures is Rock Band. I love singing (even though poorly) with my friends.

our host

rocking in socks

oops...

Well...just like that I stopped posting every day. That's ok though. I don't have much to say today, either.

But I do have a very sweet moment to share. E woke me up today and asked me to read him a poem. Usually he asks for breakfast, or to see his mama. Even TV. So I read him some Shel Silverstein, Falling Up. I was so tired....but it was super special and awesome.

Also, I was tired because I was hanging out with my friends rocking out.

Missed a Day...Oh well

Yesterday was a huge day for "people like me". This is a lesbian blog. I am a lesbian, but I am also a mother. So I am constantly thinking about the welfare of my family. I am a non biological mother. Again, this presents another set of concerns, scenarios, etc, that I worry about and over. What would happen if...insert catastrophic scenario. That said, I am lucky. My state allows civil unions AND 2nd parent adoptions. I am on my son's birth certificate. That means something and it was also something that Romney was trying to take away. Might have tried to take away, because he had a very limited model for understanding and accepting difference. Or he acted as if he did, which is the same.

I can say that I am relieved by the results of the elections and ballot initiatives...even really excited by them.  It was an historic and power day for glbt rights.

As a mom, yesterday was also a long day. Super long. When all was said and done, I was out of the house for over 12 hours. I had to drag e home in a light rain for 30 minutes because he was at a friend's house. It was a grueling day, but then I watched the returns with some friends and all gradually became a lot lighter and righter with the world.

Ok. Time to do some dishes or something.
Enjoy some pictures from election day 2012. 

waiting to vote with me

he was so good and patient, and quiet.

ruby couldn't watch...too nervous

Pre-Election Jitters

I have been reluctant to admit how nervous I am about tomorrow. In lots of ways, whatever happens is inevitable. I just don't know what to expect. I think that this country is great. Like really great, and appreciate the voting process, etc, but I really remain uncomfortable with other citizens who hold the majority being able to vote on the rights of others. Yep...I am talking about the amendments to the definition of marriage, especially in my home away from home, MN. J is from MN...we go there a few times a year. I don't like thinking a place i often go would be willing to put an amendment in their constitution to render my relationship invisible or invalid.

J once told me a story about how when she was growing up and going to catholic school, every week or so the priest would take her and her brother aside and talk to them about how they felt about their parents being sinners, because her father was previously married to someone else and the marriage was never annulled. I thought of that today when I was pondering how our children (collectively...we still just have the one) might look back on their childhoods and our relationships.  For one, I'm not sending e to catholic school, and anyone says that to him has to deal with the likes of me and i am scary. But jokes aside...I want him to know that just because society doesn't want us to love each other or have rights, that doesn't make it ok. Society...the majority, even law can be wrong. Discrimination is wrong, no matter how many people voted for it.

I want him to know that we love him above all, and that we love each other...and our love is why he is here. Not science. Not greed. Not because we wanted to see what it might be like to have a baby. We have loved each other for 13 years. We had him just around 4.5 years ago. We wanted a family. The dream.

In my belief, the biology of it doesn't matter. My parents conceived all but one of us by accident. Heck, I was conceived in spite of an iud. They loved each other too. They don't anymore. But my "oops-ness" doesn't mean anything.  They loved each other. They made a baby.

My right to love who I love isn't on my ballot tomorrow. But I am going to vote for a president who I believe has my back on this. The first and only president who so far has said he supports my relationship.

Now if only I could sleep.

Ruby will watch the returns with me and some friends.