Posts Tagged ‘LGBTQ’

LGBT Families

Monday, June 1st, 2015

Guest Post by Sara Sinasohn, age 10

2015familyday200LGBT? What’s wrong with it? It’s just a new type of community. It is the same thing as regular marriage, but just with two of the same gender. I don’t get it. As I said,  what’s wrong with that?

It’s sad to think that people think of a couple as wrong just because they are of the same gender as each other. It’s just what we call love. It’s the same as saying it’s  not right to get married if one person has darker skin than the other. If  only people could understand that no matter what a couple looks like, just as long as they love each other it’s  okay.

This post is part of Blogging for LGBTQ Families Day 2015.

There’ll Be No Coming Out In My House

Monday, June 2nd, 2014

A ClosetIf you’re a parent, you’ve undoubtedly heard plenty of stories of kids coming out to their parents that they are gay or lesbian.  Some of them have been amusing, others endearing, and some, unfortunately, have been heartbreaking.  Parents have responded with humour, with understanding, and with fear and loathing.  Some parents have gone so far as to disown their children and kick them out of the house.  That won’t happen in my house, but I’ll tell you that there also won’t be any “coming out” either.

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Why I’m a Girl Scout

Saturday, September 22nd, 2012

I grew up in San Francisco, California and was definitely raised a city boy.  As a child, I could make my way around the Tenderloin at night as surely as Grizzly Adams navigated the Sierras.  I grew up on food from around the world and could use chopsticks as deftly as a country boy could handle a whittlin’ knife.  Buses and streetcars were my horses, alleys my hiking trails, skyscrapers my hills and mountains.  Guns, even the aquatic variety, were verboten (hunting was something done at antique stores or garage sales) and I think the only reason my mother allowed me fishing gear was because there weren’t any fish anywhere near us to be caught, other than at the grocery store; neither one of us would have known what to do if I actually did catch one.  In our family, “roughing it” meant going to “Opera in the Park”.

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