Loquacious

About two months ago, while I was in the midst of fretting over Nellie’s lack of bipedal locomotion, her vocabulary exploded and she started talking.

I’m not talking soliloquies or anything, but the kid just started naming things. Out of nowhere. She said “dada” on her 6 month birthday, and “mama” way later. She has always been really selective with “mama”. She usually only uses it when she either is mad, or wants something. Excellent.

Anyway. Nellie started to talk. One of the first words I noticed was “dog”. Now, to the average person who isn’t around my child as much as her father and I are, the way she says “dog” would not sound like “dog”. It sounds more like “d’g!”. The first few times she said it, I just responded with my usual non-committal acknowledgment of “Oh yeah?” or “Mmm hmm!”. But then she started pointing at actual dogs, saying “d’g!” and going “woof! Woof!”
And that’s when I realized my kid was actually realizing what a dog was and what sort of noise it made.

For about two weeks, everything that wasn’t a human was, “d’g! woof!”. We would correct her whenever she would point at one of our cats, and she got it relatively quickly. She can now tell the difference between a dog and a cat, and say “woof!” and “eeeoooowww” appropriately. She now can point out an elephant, cow, dog, cat, duck, and turkey and make the appropriate noise for each animal.

It’s absolutely incredible to see her picking up on these things that we had no idea she was listening to. Out of the blue, she began saying “juice”, “ball”, and “down”. I reaaaally need to stop saying things like “fuck” and “damnit” around her because one of these days she’s gonna walk up to her sweet Gran and be all, “Where’s my fucking juice, damnit?” and then I will melt into a puddle of shame.

Another thing I marveled at is how easily I understand her and what she wants. When I’m around other peoples’ toddlers, they’ll stand there and babble incessantly at me and I’ll just look down at them with a blank stare and nod:
Random Toddler: “AAAAAbadad ba fsh pffff baah GAAAAH!”
Me: “……………. Usually only on Wednesdays.”

But when Nellie points and says, “ffffsh!” I know she wants a goldfish cracker. When she looks at me while sitting in her high chair and urgently says, “dah! dah!” I know that she means “down”, even though it sounds similar to the way she says “dad” (“da”). I can tell the difference between “ba ba” (“banana”) and “bah bah” (“bye bye”). It’s astonishing to me that I can understand her cute little babble, even though it technically doesn’t really sound any differently than any other toddler’s.

I guess it’s just one of those things that takes me by surprise and makes me really feel my role as a parent. Even her grandparents don’t always know what she’s saying, but Josh and I do. We can tell what our sweet little lady is trying to say, and it kinda makes me feel all warm and fuzzy and maternal inside.

Kumbaya, Bitches.

Before Nellie was born, my husband Josh was a brick mason. He started learning the trade when he was young from his dad, who owns his own brick masonry company. Work in construction was really, really good for a while. In the summertime, we made really great money. In the wintertime, not so much but there was almost always work to be done.

Then, the economy had an identity crisis of Lindsay Lohan proportions and became a big, hot mess. And suddenly, it became very hard to pay our bills. Work was scarce. I worked full-time and had benefits, but no one was building houses and we were hurting.

Just about two weeks before our daughter was born, Josh got a full-time job with health benefits. This allowed me to take a longer maternity leave, and seek other employment. I found an amazing job working with amazing women. I have the flexibility that every working mother craves, I make my own hours and it’s just generally made of awesome. Within the last few months, we finally got into a good financial place and were able to pay our bills and have money to spare.

And then the unexpected happened. My husband’s job wasn’t working out, and he had to resign. Suddenly we were left with just one income, no health insurance and both of us wondering what we were going to do. This was about a week and a half ago. Thankfully, my husband had a job interview yesterday and he landed a new job. Not only does this job have much more reasonable hours, but it’s more money. It’s going to be less stressful, it makes more sense transportation-wise (we share a car) and we are all going to have a lot more time together as a family.

I believe that everything happens for a reason, and while the loss of one job seemed like a huge blow at first it turns out that it might just be one of the best things that’s ever happened to us as a family. We are both definitely still riding on the high of this positive energy that’s come into our lives, and it feels like things are looking up for our family.

I mentioned on Twitter a few weeks ago that I felt like there was some dark, negative energy waiting for our family. Like it was lurking in the shadows, watching us and just itching to pounce. It struck once with the job situation and unfortunately, Josh’s Nana is very sick and is on her way out of this world so it will strike again, and soon.

I believe that you have to endure some negative in life – pay your dues, so to speak – to earn positive things. I think that the way you handle the negative acts as sort of a test; if you react negatively then it’s going to be a nasty cycle of bad.. But if you try and keep your chin up and make the best of it, good can come from that and the positivity you put out into the universe will come back around to you.

Okay, so now we all hold hands and sing Kumbaya and frolic amongst the trees and shit. I’ve probably made you all think I’m a nutter butter. But, it’s how I feel and what I believe.  I don’t talk much about my beliefs and my lack of love for organized religion, but there it is. I feel like things are going our way right now and that fate is smiling on us. We’ve endured a little bit of a rough patch and I think that we’ve come out stronger for it. I can only hope that things will continue to be positive, and that the family won’t take Nana’s passing too hard. Just gotta keep on swimming, and keep putting that positive energy out there. Kumbaya, bitches.

 

It Clicks the Button & Casts a Vote. It Does This Whenever It’s Told.

Apparently someone out there in cyberspace thinks I’m not a total spaz, because my blog has been nominated for Circle of Moms Top 25 Baby Journals. I don’t know who it was, but it makes me feel warm and fuzzy and gooey inside. Warm, fuzzy, and gooey is kind of a weird combination but that’s how I feel. I also feel just a little squishy, and somewhat hungry. Seriously, I don’t have clue who did it but whoever you are, THANK YOU.

So here’s the part where I ask you to vote for me and all that jazz. There are a lot of really creative, funny, popular bloggers nominated so I probably don’t even have a snowball’s chance in hell. But what the hell, I’m feisty so if you wouldn’t mind, please click on the button below and vote for Mommy Boots? You can vote once a day, so if you feel inclined to stalk the page each and every morning I’m not going to stop you.

 

<—— That’s the button you click. It’ll take you to a page with a list of blogs. Click the “thumbs up” next to Mommy Boots, and you’re done. It does this once a day, or else it goes the hose again.

 

Mommy’s Log: Saturday Morning

Mommy’s Log, Stardate : 04 23 2011.

5:51 A.M. : High pitched squealing from baby’s room indicates that toddler is awake. Agree to wake with said toddler so spouse can remain asleep.
5:53 A.M. : Offer pacifier back to toddler. Hand her stuffed companion. Hold her while rocking in an attempt to coerce her back to sleep.
5:55 A.M. : Attempt failed. Put toddler in high chair and offer her milk and bananas.
6:00 A.M. : Retrieve rejected bananas from floor. Turn on cartoons for toddler.
6:10 A.M. : Toddler seems to be experimenting with how loud a decibel and how high a frequency her voice can go. This is… Disturbing.
6:20 A.M. : Read toddler book.
6:22 A.M. : Repeat reading of book.
6:24 A.M. : Repeat reading of book.
6:25 A.M. : Hide book underneath couch cushion.
6:45 A.M. : Need to use the bathroom hits. Bring toddler into bathroom to monitor. Set out bowl for her to play with. Pull down pants and sit on toilet.
6:45 A.M. : Realize there is no toilet paper. Hastily pull up pants and hurry to 2nd bathroom to find toilet paper.
6:46 A.M. : Return to first bathroom to find toddler’s hands inside toilet. Notice that toilet has urine inside of it from a previous bathroom trip.
6:47 A.M.  : Retrieve toothbrush from toilet. Finish washing off toddler’s hands. Throw toothbrush away. This is what we call a “Mom Fail”.
6:48 – 6:55 A.M. : Watch as toddler systematically destroys contents of bathroom. Entertain the possibility that she is actually a badger.
6:56 A.M.: Wash hands, clean up toddler destruction and free her from the bathroom.
7:00 A.M. : High pitched screeching resumes. Consider buying earplugs.

Find previous Mommy’s Log here.

Sex Education: Respect & Protect.

When it comes to the topic of sex education and how to teach it to our children, there are a lot of differing opinions.
There are a lot of arguments that since abstinence is the only way to ensure 100% that you don’t end up with an STD or an unwanted or unplanned pregnancy, that we should be teaching our children abstinence and nothing else. For the most part, these people believe that offering teenagers contraceptives such as condoms and birth control pills only encourages them to engage in sexual behavior. I’ve spoken to people who believe in abstinence-only based sex education both in schools and in the home. Their hope is to instill their children with a set of morals and values that will teach them that “true love waits”, and to hold off on participating in sexual activities until marriage.

And then there are people like me, who see absolutely nothing wrong with premarital sex as long as you are being safe. We are all born with sex organs, and eventually, we become interested in using them. There is nothing wrong with this. Sex is not dirty, it’s not unnatural, and it’s not wrong. When sex becomes a problem is when people engage in it irresponsibly, and don’t educate and protect themselves. That’s how diseases spread and that’s how people get into trouble.

Of course, that’s where my morals and the morals of the “no sex until marriage” crowd differ. I see nothing wrong with experimenting sexually as long as you do it responsibly. To be perfectly and utterly frank, I could not imagine marrying someone without having had sex with them. But that’s just me.

I understand the difference in morals and in core values. I can agree to disagree with people who think that sex needs to wait until the vows are exchanged. What I can’t agree to disagree with is teaching our teenagers that abstinence is the one and only method of birth control, and I will tell you why.

I fully plan on educating my daughter and empowering her to respect and protect both her body and her vagina. As her mother, it’s my job to guide and teach her in all aspects of her life and this includes the topic of her sexuality, when she gets old enough for the subject to be brought up. I know that she is only human; she is not perfect and by ignoring the fact that she will one day have hormones and desires like every other human being on the face of the planet is setting her up to get into trouble. Do I want her to engage in sex as a teenager? Not particularly. Am I going to celebrate and take her out to dinner if she decides to have it? No. I want to teach my daughter that her body is something to be respected and that she doesn’t have to just give it to the first boy who looks at it appreciatively but I’m also not going to teach her that enjoying sex is a horrible, dirty thing that makes her a whore.

My plan is to have a conversation with her and talk to her honestly. Explain the consequences that having sex can have, and be very plain with her the responsibility that being sexually active holds. I want my daughter to feel safe in coming to me with questions, with problems, and to not be afraid that I’m going to judge her or get angry. If my daughter is going to have sex, I would rather her be armed with the knowledge and the tools to engage in it in a safe and responsible manner. I had sex when I was a teenager. I lost my virginity at the age of 16 to someone I was very much in love with at the time. I don’t regret my decision at all. We were protected; we used a condom and I was on the Pill. This is because my mom taught me to be safe. If she had “forbidden” me to do it and hadn’t taken me to get birth control pills, you know what? I would have done it anyway. Just without the extra protection of the Pill.

The trouble with abstinence-only sex education is that it’s relying on the hope that your children will abide and live by your morals and standards. Hope, and that’s all. You can grind into their heads that “sex can wait” all you want but the fact remains that they’re eventually going to have minds and wills of their own… And the bottom line is that they simply may not share your beliefs. Hope all you want to, but hoping isn’t going to keep your daughter from getting pregnant if she finds herself in the throes of passion and ends up having unprotected sex with her boyfriend, because you didn’t teach her the importance of using a condom.. The subject of condoms never even came up because you didn’t want to encourage her to have sex. If you are so adamant in your teachings and so unapproachable when it comes to the matter of sex, do you think your teenager is going to come to you with questions about how to be safe should they decide they might want to experiment? No. They’re going to be afraid of disappointing and angering you. They’re probably going to do it anyway, but without the knowledge to protect themselves.

I think that teaching our teenagers that abstinence as the only true way to stay safe is fine, because that is absolutely the truth. However, I feel that if you’re going to take that route with your children you should at least make them aware of the other methods of birth control that are available to them. Telling your children about condoms and even giving them condoms isn’t going to motivate them to have sex, it’s just going to ensure that if they do find themselves in a weak moment, they’re going to be safe. In my opinion, it’s my job as a parent to make sure my daughter is safe in all aspects of her life.

So, what do you think? Where do you stand when it comes to the topic of sex education?


Motherlove Review :: Diaper Rash & Thrush and Green Salve

When I became a mom, I realized that the things that I used to get really excited about took a backseat. Buying a new type of makeup. Trying out new shampoos and conditioners. Getting a new purse. …. Okay, getting a new purse is still completely awesome but I digress. The point is that once I became a mom, I got excited about trying out a whole new type of product:

Baby stuff. I absolutely love trying out baby products for Nellie and I get even more excited when the products are from eco-friendly, all-natural companies like Motherlove. I have to admit, I’m not the crunchiest of mamas. When it comes to myself, I don’t pay much attention to living green but I’ve been more conscious of it with Nellie. When Julie asked me if I’d like to review Motherlove’s Green Salve and their Diaper Rash & Thrush salve, I jumped at the chance after checking out the company’s website.

It’s hard enough to make decisions on what’s best for your baby, so when you find a company that you know you can trust to not put nasty and harmful chemicals in their products it takes the worry out of what you’re using on your child away.

Green Salve

This all natural versatile salve quickly and effectively takes the itch out of insect bites, bee stings and poison ivy. It soothes and eases the discomforts of rashes, chapped and irritated skin. A must for every home! Motherlove’s green salve has a zero rating (zero toxins) on EWG’s skin deep database and is made with 100% certified organic ingredients
(Taken from Motherlove’s website.)

I really liked this stuff. It doesn’t have much of an odor which is a plus. I can’t stand stinky creams and ointments. Nellie got a scratch on the backside of her leg from, you know, being a toddler and being busy and as soon as I saw it I jumped on the Green Salve and slathered it on her little leg. I noticed that just one day after using the Green Salve, the redness of the scratch had gone away. The scratch itself was still there but the area around it was no longer red! After another day or two of using the Green Salve the scratch had healed what I think was much faster than if I hadn’t used the salve at all. I also used it after she’d crawled around outside a bit and had some small red marks and scratches on her knees. Again, within just one day the redness was gone and the scratches healed really quickly. I’m looking forward to keeping this salve on hand for the summertime when the inevitable bug bite comes knocking at our door.

Diaper Rash & Thrush

An all-natural herbal salve for persistent, inflamed diaper rash. Diaper safe and compatible with all diapers including cloth. Motherlove’s diaper rash & thrush has a zero rating (zero toxins) on EWG’s skin deep database and is made with 96% certified organic ingredients.
(From Motherlove’s website)

This stuff was also really fantastic! I’m a fan of the non-cream diaper rash products because they’re less messy and I can kind of just rub any excess product I have on me into my skin when I’m done! It’s comes off easily when I give Nellie a bath, too. I always feel like I have to scrub her to get Desitin off, but I don’t have that problem with this. It performs really well too; she’s had a rash a couple of times since we’ve had the Diaper Rash & Thrush salve in the house and it’s knocked the rash out very quickly. Within a day. One of the things I love about both the Green Salve and the Diaper Rash & Thrush is that they’re really portable. I can toss a jar in my purse or in the diaper bag and go; I don’t have to worry about a tube getting squished and ending up with a mess, and the fact that it’s in a jar makes it much easier to carry.

I give both products two thumbs up. I feel good using them on my daughter and knowing that there’s nothing in the ingredients that’s going to be discovered down the road to be toxic. The Green Salve sells for $8.95 and the Diaper Rash & Thrush salve sells for $9.95.

You don’t have to slather on either product, so your jars will last you a long time. It’s a really great price, a really great product and one you can feel good about using on your kiddo!

I received no monetary compensation for this post. I was given a jar of Green Salve and Diaper Rash & Thrush salve from Motherlove to review. All opinions stated in this review are 100% honest, and 100% my own.

Your Baby is Walking? OMG! Congratulations! Your Life is Over.

I wrote a blog a while ago about how Nellie is a perfectionist. I commented that at nearly 15 months and still not walking it was hard not to worry.

Well, ladies and gentlemen, I can now stop worrying about her lack of walking and switch to worrying about something else,  because on Friday evening, this happened:

Now, Nellie’s been pulling up and cruising and taking a few unsure, wobbly steps for a few weeks now. Almost never more than 4, and always resulting in a tumble. This past Friday night I was sitting at the kitchen table and she was holding on to a nearby chair. I was looking at my laptop screen when all of a sudden, she let go of the chair and walked all the way across the living room. I looked at her for a good ten seconds before I realized what had just happened. There was no tumbling, no falling. It was as if my kid had just decided: “yep. I’m going to walk now.”

I promptly freaked out, and looked at my daughter who was standing in the living room. “Come here, Nellie! Come to mommy!” I squealed at her.

And then she did. She walked right back over to me. My daughter walked right over to me in that adorable, arms-up, wobbly toddler way. I squealed again and scooped her up, hugging her and praising how amazing she was. Because, duh, she’s the first kid ever to do this.  Then I snatched up the camera and took the video above. Please note my awesome parenting skills as my kid tries to play with an electrical socket.

After a few more treks about the apartment to make sure that this was for real, I announced to my Facebook friends and family that she was finally, officially walking. I was met with congratulations from everyone, but also:

“Your life is over!”

“Welcome to a whole new world!”

“Did I mention your life is over?”

“Put everything you own on top of the fridge.”

“Hide your kids, hide your wife.” (ok, I made that one up.)

“Hey! Did you know your life is over?”

So far, my life is still very much marching on and I love watching her walk. She’s so cute in her wobbly, crazy steps. I’m still not used to the sight of my tiny daughter walking but it gives me a thrill every time I see it. She has also entered a super cuddly phase, where she will give you a hug if you ask her. She also likes to force Josh and I to kiss, but that’s a whole different post.

Dear readers, I have officially entered the realm of having a toddler. A real, toddling toddler. Is my life over? No. It actually feels like the excitement has just begun.

Your Fancy Period

If you are a woman, you know that having your period? It sucks. It sucks ass. It’s painful, it’s messy, and it makes you feel slightly homicidal. All of those ads that tell you to “have a happy period” and show women like, horseback riding and playing volleyballs and shit make you furious, don’t they? When I have my period, I want to sit on the couch and watch Steel Magnolias while shoveling enough chocolate to kill a large dog into my mouth. I sure as hell don’t want to ride a fucking horse and the only thing I want to hit a volleyball at? Pretty much anyone who speaks to me or looks at me funny.

So when I was browsing through the sale papers yesterday and came across this ad, I stopped in my tracks and laughed out loud. The geniuses in the feminine product business have come up with a brilliant way to make your period fun. Not just fun, but artistic and fabulous! Behold, the maxi pad that you can bleed on in style:

Please excuse the poor quality of this photo, it was taken in the throes of hysterical laughter with my cell phone.

So, observe the ad. It says that plain pads have their place in the history books, and has drawing of a pad; half of it plain white and the other half has a nifty purple swirly design. There’s a helpful addition, the word “boring!” with an arrow pointing at the plain white side.

Ladies, I don’t think I’m alone in saying that I can now breathe a sigh of relief. No longer do I have to shed my uterine lining on a plain, white maxi pad! No, now I can have my monthly visitor with flair and pizazz! Gone are the days of slapping a boring white cotton pad onto my panties! Finally, I can decorate my underwear with a fun design. Works of art, really. Beautiful swirls of purple, maybe blue, or gasp! Perhaps even a fun, girly shade of pink. Squee and flail!

AREN’T YOU THRILLED? We can finally giggle a little as we walk around with our little secret artwork in our undies! No one will ever know that not only are we on the rag, but we’re having fun with it by having it on a cutesy little swirl design! AHHHH IT’S SO WACKY AND FUN!

So, seriously, this is one of the dumbest fucking things I’ve ever seen in my life. A design on your pad? Are you fucking serious?  I’m sorry, but a little purple scrolly design isn’t going to take my mind off the fact that it feels like someone is grabbing my uterus and twisting it into a knot and I’m retaining so much water it feels like you could poke me with a pin and I’d leak. When I’m on my period, I want all the chocolate forever and an Ibuprofen. NOT AN ARTSY MAXI PAD. Call me crazy, but I know that I can’t be alone here.

So, Kotex, until you start including a big fat chocolate bar with each purchase of your whimsical pads, I will stick to my plain, ‘boring’ feminine hygiene products. Take your purple wackiness and GTFO.

 

If I Could Go Back

I was browsing through old pictures of Nellie like I am prone to do at times, and I stumbled across a video of her at 13 weeks old. I watched my baby daughter lying on her activity mat making cooing noises, her legs kicking in that way that a new baby’s legs do. I was suddenly filled with the overwhelming urge to reach through my laptop screen and pull out that baby just the way she was and hold her for hours. I wanted to smell her baby smell again, to feel how small and light she was in my arms.

I wanted to go back in time and experience her as she once was.

I started thinking about all of the things I would do, say, and feel differently if I could go back to my daughter’s first year of life. In the delivery room I would say…

Don’t get those IV drugs. You’re not going to remember your daughter’s first hours of life very well if you do.
Have people take more pictures of you and your new baby together.
Don’t be afraid to tell people you want some more time alone with your new family.
Don’t have them take her into the nursery at night. Keep her in the room with you.

As a newborn…

Ask for help. When you need it, ask. No one can help you if they don’t know what you need.
Drink. Her. In. Take even more videos than you already do. You will forget what she was like when she was this tiny and helpless. You won’t remember the little noises, the way she moved.
Sleep, sleep, sleep. Even if it means letting the laundry go… Sleep. Things will seem so much less overwhelming if you get as much sleep as you can.

As she grows…

Don’t be so worried with what she should be doing. Sleeping through the night, solids, rolling over.. Those things will all eventually happen so enjoy how she is now.
Don’t be so concerned with how she should be acting. She’s a baby; people aren’t going to freak out and think you’re a horrible parent if she squeals loudly in a public place.
Don’t be in such a hurry for her to put herself to sleep. When she’s a busy toddler, she’s not going to want you to rock her anymore. She has too much to do.
Write down everything. Yes, you have your blog. But write everything down in a journal. What she’s doing. What she’s eating. You WILL forget.
Continue to take videos to capture her essence at each stage, because each stage is beautiful and unique.
Stop and watch her. Watch how beautiful, funny, curious, and amazing she is. You made that. You grew that. Stop for a second and let that roll around in your mind for a while.

I know that with our second child, things will be different. I think I will probably be a little more relaxed, and remember to enjoy my baby as s/he is rather than concern myself with when they will be doing this or that and worrying if I’m spoiling them.

I love Toddler Nellie. She is so much fun; we play, and learn, and laugh and interact. But sometimes, when I scroll through old pictures I want to hold that tiny new baby with the dark brown hair. I want to kiss her cheeks and nibble her toes. I want to take the experience and wisdom that I have now and give it to that scared new mama so maybe she can enjoy the first year a little more, and worry a little less.

What would you say, if you could go back?

Ignorance is Everywhere. Even at the Redbox.

Yesterday afternoon after picking up some weekly essentials from the grocery store, we decided to swing by the Redbox and pick up a movie. We finished our discs of Queer As Folk on Netflix, so we were without anything to watch after Nellie went to bed.

We pulled up into the parking lot and I got out and walked to the Redbox. I was perusing the selection displayed when I noticed what looked like a note taped over one of the movies. I stepped up for a closer look, when I saw that it was in fact a hand-written note that read:

“WARNING: I Love You Phillip Morris has man on man action. GROSS!” and underneath, someone had drawn a “yucky” face.

I was suddenly filled with so much outrage, anger and I felt so insulted that I stormed back to the car where Josh was sitting waiting on me. He looked at me, puzzled and I said, “Do you have a pen?”
“What?” he asked.
“Is there a pen in there?!”
He handed me one and asked me what I needed it for. I didn’t answer him and I hurried back over to the Redbox. Before I knew what I was doing or why I was doing it, I scribbled beside it:

“Ignorance like this is what’s REALLY gross. NO H8.”

I went back to give Josh the pen back and explain what I had done. I walked back over to the Redbox and looked at the hateful, ignorant note with my two cents written next to it. I stood there and read both sets of words, wishing that the idiotic person who wrote the first statement would come by and read what I’d written. The longer I stood there, the more I realized that scenario most likely would not come to fruition and someone else would come along and read the words the first person had written. Maybe they would agree with those words. Maybe they would agree with mine. After another moment of contemplation I decided to peel the piece of paper – which was taped multiple times over the picture of the movie I Love You Phillip Morris – off the Redbox and throw it in the trash so no one would have to read that ignorance. As much as I wanted my voice to be heard too, and as much as I wanted the person who wrote those words to see that there are people out there who vehemently disagree.. I decided in the end that it’d be better for the words to be tossed in the garbage.

It kills me. I guarantee that at least one, if not more, of the movies for rent there include sex and love scenes between heterosexual couples. I can also pretty much guarantee that you’ll never walk up to a Redbox and find a hand-written note warning you that a particular movie contains said sex and love scene. No, just because the people engaged in a sex scene happen to have the same reproductive organs, that makes it “gross”. Fucking stupid. I’m sorry, but it’s fucking stupid. I cannot wrap my brain around that. We can show movies with women and men screwing, people getting their guts ripped out and faces torn off but a sex scene between two men is “gross” and warrants a warning? That’s fucked up.

We left the parking lot shaking our heads at whomever took time out of their lives to spread such ignorance and hate. It’s just one more thing that makes me hope with every fiber of my being that my little girl grows up in a very different world… I know there will never be a world completely void of discrimination and hate, but maybe – just maybe – when she is grown, she will be allowed to publicly, and legally, love whomever she chooses   and do so with less judgment than people face today. Maybe I’m being too optimistic and naive, but that’s my hope for my daughter. I know that I’m going to raise her to believe the truth: that love is love, and everyone deserves to express their love. To deny someone the right to do that? THAT is what’s gross.