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Love makes a family… the story of Michael & Bill

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As a soon-to-be English educator and writer, I often tend to look for stories in people. Whether you realize it or not, everyone has a story, whether it be some out-of-this-world life experience they’ve had or how they went about eating breakfast one morning. Everyone’s stories come together to create the intricacies of humankind. It’s what makes each and every person’s story so different and beautiful.

 

I’ve worked in residence life at Rutgers University for the past four years. During this time, I’ve met some pretty incredible people with some pretty incredible stories. One of these people was Michael.

 

I only briefly worked with Michael last year, but it was through our Facebook friendship that I found out about his story. Michael and his husband, Bill, are starting their family… by adopting not one, but three children at once. Three siblings to be exact. (A 7 year old boy, a 4 year old girl, and a 2 year old boy.)

 

As someone who wants to potentially foster and/or adopt children in the future, seeing their story unfold on Facebook really meant a lot to me. It meant even more to me as a lesbian to see such a happy adoption story.

 

You know what meant even more to me? Seeing our department at work send a department-wide email out to its hundreds of staff members, congratulating Michael and Bill, and offering a place where people could donate items for their 3 kids really gave me a lot to smile about and be proud of.

 

In a matter of days, Michael and his husband will be bringing their three children home. I’ve set up a fundraising page so that we can help them out.

 

Michael was kind enough to sit down and share his story with me… Get the tissues ready, folks. These children are so lucky to have these two men as their dads!

 

Congratulations again, Michael & Bill. I’m so happy for you both!

 

Tell me a bit about you and your husband, and your story. (how you met, how long you’ve been together, etc.)

 A: My husband and I have been together for 5.5 years.  We met online at match.com.  I work at Rutgers doing marketing and assessment for housing and residence life.  He is the director of information systems at a copier company.  I grew up in North Jersey in a small town named Rutherford.  He grew up in Philadelphia.  We are both self-proclaimed nerds.  We bonded over our love of video games, geeky books, and all things nerdy.

 

When did you start the adoption process?

 A: We began the adoption process in December of 2011.  We began going to various information sessions with agencies in mid-December.  We were given a list of agencies from a lawyer who we contacted to ask about the process and what he recommended we do to ensure everything was legal.  We found our agency in January of 2012, the Lutheran Social Ministries.  We then began the paperwork, foster care classes, and preparing later that month.  We took a couple month hiatus to find a house to finalize our home study.  We were approved in September and were contact in mid-February of 2013 about these children.  We learned on March 28th that we were chosen to be their forever family.

 

How/when did you decide you would be adopting three children?

 A: When we began we were not sure if wanted an infant or older children.  My husband wanted an older child and I wanted an infant.  When we found out the infant adoption cost and process, we decided that we would go into the process looking for 2 or 3 children.  This way, he could get an older child, and I would hopefully be able to get a younger child.  We also wanted to adopt children that were at risk for not being adopted.  The most at-risk children are sibling sets who have older (older than 2) children in them.  We knew we wanted more than 1 and felt that we could also help a sibling set that may not have been adopted due to their being a sibling set.

 

What are you looking forward to the most about fatherhood?

 A: I am looking forward to a lot.  A lot of it is mundane.  I just want to sit and watch a movie with my children or eat breakfast and laugh.  I look forward to helping them with homework and teaching them to ride a bike.  My husband looks forward to finding connections with each child.  He is excited to watch them grow and develop.

 

What are you the most nervous about regarding fatherhood?

 A: Everything!  We are both nervous about the adjustment.  We have both read a lot of literature on the attachment and adjustment period for older children from foster care.  It can be a 2-4 year process if all goes smoothly.  I fear the difficult times that may last weeks or months.  We all have an ideal family in our minds, and I need to be able to know that our family may never meet my ideal perceptions. This does not mean it is bad.  It just means I need to adjust my expectations and love the family I have.

 

What is most difficult about adopting three siblings at once, versus a single-child adoption?

 A: For us, I think it is the fact that we are outnumbered.  We joke that we cannot do man-to-man defense.  We will need to help 3 children grieve the loss of their birth and foster families, while helping them adjust here.  Also, we need to integrate them with our families.  Our families are super-supportive, and they are super excited to meet these children. We have to help everyone understand that we will need to avoid large gatherings, as not to overwhelm the children.  Our choices are no longer about what we want, but what will help the children appropriately grieve and adjust to their new life in our families.

 

How can people help you as you welcome your three children home?

 A: Be supportive and understanding.  Offer advice in a non-judgmental manner.  Listen when we need to vent.  At the end of the day, these children are going through a lot, and their adjustment here is going to be a long process.  We need people to understand that we may need to withdraw before we can go on play dates, bring them to large parties, or do “normal” family things.  The support we have from our families and friends has been overwhelming.  Even the opportunity to tell our story here is wonderful.  The outpouring of support, gifts, and help has been amazing. 

 

What else would you like to tell people about your growing family?

A: Right now there is not much to tell.  We are two guys who wanted a family.  We are on the verge of the largest life-changing event in our lives.  Check back with me in a month or 6 months or a year, and I will probably have a lot more to share about who I am and how everything is going.  Right now we are experiencing excitement, anxiety, and overwhelming love when we think about these children. 

 

You can make a donation to help Michael & Bill’s growing family out by visiting http://www.gofundme.com/2tsbz4 or clicking the widget.

The top 10 reasons why I am too old to go clubbing anymore

I turned 23 a few months ago, and, like I had done for the past few years, I set up a birthday list and went dancing at a local club I’d frequented over the years. I had fun, but I felt out of place and way too old to be there. I went back on Friday night for a friend’s birthday, and I remembered why I hadn’t wanted to go back.

So, I present to you “The top 10 reasons why I am too old to go clubbing anymore”

10. I don’t feel comfortable dressing like it’s summer.
I’d much rather be wearing sweats than wearing the club-requisite of next-to-no-clothing. I hate wearing sweats.

9. It takes longer to do my hair and makeup than the amount of time I stay at the club.
It’s true– I spend about 2 hours working on my hair and makeup (and showering/ shaving/etc), and I usually leave clubs after a few hours.
8. It’s cheaper to buy a bottle of rum.
When you factor in tipping the bartender and the over-priced cost of club drinks, even during “drink specials,” a mediocre bottle of rum costs  less than my watered down Malibu Bay Breeze.
7. People are gross.
People don’t understand the concept of deodorant in clubs.

6. People are also disgusting.
People turn into–dare I say it– little skanks on the dance floor. Now, I usually go to gay clubs so this is applicable to the gay men, their token straight girl friends, and the occasional femme lesbian. Usually the butchier lesbians just turn into toolbags reminiscent of the stereotypical toolbag frat boy.

5. I’m expected to tip the awkward woman in the bathroom.
When you go to the bathroom, there’s an attendant in there who hands you a papertowel or says she likes your dress. Both of these things are not necessary. I can get my own paper towel, and if you liked my dress you’d be wearing a similar one, not a hoodie and jeans.

4. I can’t hear a damn thing other than crappy music.
This one is self-explanatory.

3. Smoking is not cool.
Thanks to the recent re-opening of my gay club of choice, there’s now a hookah lounge. When I went for my birthday in January, it was downstairs so it didn’t bother me. When I went on Friday, people were smoking all over. I couldn’t breathe and even my allergy meds weren’t helping.

2. I don’t even get carded anymore.
It used to be exciting to go to clubs, flash my ID, and get the “Superstar” and “Over 21″ wristbands, as well as the “21″ written in Sharpie on my hand. Now I’m automatically branded as old enough to drink, and it’s a pain in the ass to have to scrub the Sharpie off the next morning.

1. I’M TOO OLD FOR THIS SHIT.
I arrive by 11 so I don’t have to pay cover. By 12:30, after being on my feet and fake-dancing with teeny-boppers and freaking out at the prospect of seeing anyone who remotely looks like my students, the only thing I want to do is go home, take off my pounds of makeup, shower the smoke out of my hair, and go to sleep. I should’ve spent my Friday night reading, writing, or drinking wine with my friends and watching movies on Netflix. I’m too old for this staying-out-late crap.

 

Bonus reason: This is the only thing I get excited about at the club.

 

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Jason Collins is gay. Hold the presses.

Jason Collins came out today. It’s the only thing that’s been on the news.

You know what hasn’t been on the news today?

Brittney Griner, the openly gay basketball play who was a first round pick of the WNBA last week

the fact that All My Children came back from the dead today, and that AMC has an openly gay character on it

the fact that I’m gay

the nine million Americans who are gay (source: http://thenewcivilrightsmovement.com/study-shows-how-many-americans-are-gay-lesbian-bisexual-transgender/news/2011/04/07/18551)

 

People are paying attention to Jason Collins coming out because he’s a man, because he’s African-American, because he’s a basketball player, and because he’s in a magazine. (You can read the article here.)

 

Frankly, I’m annoyed by all the media attention Jason is getting. There are millions upon millions of people just like him. What he did isn’t a big deal– tons of people come out everyday. His coming out is just being played out as a big deal because he happens to be an athlete, and he happens to be famous.

 

But you know what? I’ve met plenty of gay black men athletes. You’re just like everyone else, Jason. Welcome to the rainbow side.

 

Lesbians and baby showers

I was invited to a baby shower this past weekend.

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A baby I drew a few weeks back 

Now, as the oldest of 13 grandchildren, I know more about babies than a lot of other 23 year old, childless women. I know the symptoms of a woman about to give birth. (Sometimes) I’m able to predict what gender baby a woman is going to birth just by looking at her, a talent my grandpa had. I’ve waited in hospital waiting rooms quite a few times. (One time I even almost saw my cousin be born… Good GAWD people why didn’t you let me escape sooner?!)  I know how to change diapers. I know how to bathe a baby, and I know how to make a bottle. I’m a pro at calming little ones down. I love shopping for babies, and my uterus erupts in sudden joy and baby fever at baby showers. I also have become a pro at unscrambling baby-related words and creating baby shower Bingo boards.

 

Yet, when it came to this shower, I had a sinking feeling in my stomach.

 

There’s this one aspect of lesbianism I never saw coming– the baby shower conundrum. Baby showers are traditionally attended by the women-folk in the mommy-to-be’s life. When a woman is dating a woman and is invited to a baby shower, oftentimes the mommy-to-be, or those planning the event, excitedly tell the lesbian to invite her girlfriend.

 

That’s what happened with this baby shower. The mommy-to-be is a friend of V’s, and I was invited by association. I smiled and accepted the invite, but in the days leading up to the shower I found myself thinking about my past.

 

You see, kind of like a divorce, when two lesbians break up, you don’t really stay in touch with the other woman’s family and close friends, unless there are kids involved, specifically your kids. Nobody ever talks about the other kids involved.

 

When I was younger, I came to love and care for an ex’s family and friends. I attended baby showers, Christenings, and first birthday parties. I made it into photo albums, and I had fun playing with the little ones. All in all, I celebrated the milestones of three little ones.

 

Years later, I sometimes find myself missing my ex’s friends and family. I think about how, typically, baby showers, Christenings, and first birthday parties are filled with people whose lives you anticipate intertwining with the baby of honor forever. I think of how special it felt the first time a baby learned my name that wasn’t part of my own family, but my then-gf’s, and a part of me feels sad, wondering what kind of child the baby has grown up to be.

 

Then I remember that they probably couldn’t even remember who I am now, which is a little sad if you further think about it.

 

Needless to say, it made me both happy and sad to be invited to V’s friend’s baby shower. I briefly had a moment where I was silently upset about possibly celebrating another life I’d never though, but then the baby fever kicked in and I started wanting a baby again. I also realized that I’m extremely happy with V and I can’t imagine her not being in my life.

 

Baby showers make me sappy.

 

I guess the moral of this ramble is baby showers are weird, whether you’re lesbian or not.

I don’t want gay kids.

I was having a conversation with someone the other day, someone who identifies as heterosexual, and it came up that the other heterosexual person in the room had said that he didn’t want gay kids. I think they were both probably expecting me to jump on my soapbox, but I simply continued eating, barely looking up, and said, “I don’t want gay kids either.”

I didn’t think what I was saying was that big of a deal, but it caused both of the people to stare at me, with the one who didn’t want gay kids laughing in disbelief at my response.

While I will be accepting and loving of whatever my future kids turn out to be, I hope they’re straight. I don’t want my future children to have to go through years of a coming out process, and I don’t want them to feel “different” than everyone else growing up. My future kids will already be different because they will have two moms, and I hope that society will be more accepting of this. However, kids will be kids. I know that kids who are “different” in any way are usually made fun of, and my kids will probably be made fun of for having two mommies. If my kids are gay, I’ll obviously still love them and support them and be able to give them advice I may not be able to give my straight children, but I’ll also worry about people associating their gayness with the fact that they have two moms.

I hope that my kids are straight. I hope that they are able to get every right straight people in our country get. I hope that they will be able to have a better life than I have had or will have (even though my life has been pretty awesome). If I were to become engaged today, and if I were to get married in the next year or so, I wouldn’t have the same rights as my parents or other heterosexual couples. If I were to want to start my hypothetical family soon, as a lesbian, I would have to save up for sperm, IVF, and other fertility treatments, even though, as far as I know, my insides work fine. Once my children were born, I would then have to go through a lengthy procedure of making my wife (or civil union partner, depending on if I hopped the border and got married in New York or got civil unionized in Jersey) the adoptive parent of OUR child. Aka I would have to pay even more money for my wife to be legally recognized as my child’s other mother.

If my kids are straight, they can grow up and talk with their peers about their crushes, without worrying about being ostracized or mocked. My kids wouldn’t have to worry about feeling different than everyone else (albeit a bit different with two moms!), and my kids wouldn’t have to go through the gay or lesbian or bisexual or whateversexual coming out process. My kids would probably have a one up in the college application process by playing the gay moms card, but my kids wouldn’t have to worry about their roommates causing hell because they were gay. (Although they’d probably have to “come out” as having 2 moms.) My kids wouldn’t have to worry about secretly searching for colleges with GSAs while applying to schools. Once they graduate, my kids won’t have to add “gay friendly” to the wishlist of potential employer qualities. My kids could legally get married and not have to worry about finding an accepting wedding venue, hairdresser, dressmaker, caterer, photographer, DJ, etc. My kids wouldn’t have to factor in whether or not a community would be accepting of their marriage when looking for a place to live. Finally, my kids COULD start a family whenever they want. They’d also have to worry about accidental pregnancy, but they could totally go to the doctor and go on birth control (if they’re female) without dreading the “Are you sexually active?” and “Is there a chance you could be pregnant?” questions.

I want my future spawn to be happy. I want them to have all the opportunities in the world that they can have. I want them to take on the world and be the best that they can be.

I will love my kids no matter who they are… but I still hope they’re straight. It’ll make their lives a Hell of a lot easier.

Baby Sass

I do, however, hope my kids are as cute as me. It’ll make their lives easier as well.