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I had "the homosexual talk" with my almost...
Kiddo: "Mommy, when I am all grown up I will marry my brother."
Me: "Sweety, you can't do that. We're not supposed to marry brothers. Or daddies. Or uncles. Or cousins. Or grandpas. Or, grandmas!"
Kiddo: *giggles* "Grandmas??? But I can't marry girls, and grandma is a girl!"
Me: "Oh, but you sure could marry a girl, why not?"
Kiddo: "A girl can marry a girl?"
Me: "Of course. And a man can marry another man, too."
Kiddo: "...really?"
Me: "Yes. You know, some women like women better than men. And some men prefer to be with other men. And some even like both men and women. It's just the way it is, and it's all good."
Kiddo: "Oh. Ok."
Short pause.
Kiddo: "Mommy, when I grow up, I want to marry a girl! My friend Lisa!"
Me: "Sure, if it'll make you happy."
Another short pause, during which I can almost hear the little gears in her brain working.
Kiddo: "But then... our baby would have two mommies!???? And no daddy???"
Me: *smiles* "Sure would."
Kiddo: *considers* "AWESOME! So Lisa and I would both get to tell the baby what to do!"
And that was that. Accepting the facts of life without prejudice or hate. Kids are awesome.
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littlegirllostinbig: don’t you ever call me a poor broken thing. don’t you ever reduce the life i’ve lived to a pile of rubble. i am a glorious warrior who sometimes needs a place to rest my head. your pity is not a gift. your patience and strength are. please do not get it confused. ribbons and bows and delicacy are not signs of weakness. it takes a great deal of bravery to be a hopeful dreamer...
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