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We’re Stressed the F*ck Out: Practical Tips for Queer Parents in the Pandemic
Parenting during the pandemic is a wild ride, so consider this our queer parenting circle, a safe place to share the good and the bad!
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Raising Baby T. Rex: Marsha Pizza Johnson and Queer Family Matters
I want Remi to be able to write and narrate her own life. I owe her that as someone who had to reclaim my story.
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Raising Baby T. Rex: Airplanes, A-Camp and Abdominal Pain
Even though I didn’t get to experience A-Camp in the traditionally transformative way, I got an even deeper peek into the ways that this community is both very real and deeply caring.
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Raising Baby T. Rex: You Can Always Have a Hug
I want Remi to know that I’m here for her while also cultivating her skills for independence.
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Raising Baby T. Rex: The Art of Having A Good Time
Everything my toddler taught me about prioritizing play.
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Raising Baby T. Rex: Dinos Resist! A Guide to Raising a Little Activist
“What I’m saying is, if you’re sitting in the legislative chamber trying to hear the floor debate and someone’s kid starts crying or yelling “Baby Shark!” please be kind to them.”
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Raising Baby T. Rex: Having It All Is a Big, Heteronormative Lie
What I’ve learned is that parents and moms especially, even cool radical-minded queer moms, even boss-lady moms with lots of confidence in their own abilities, really can’t escape the “working mom” BS.
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Raising Baby T. Rex: Temper Tantrums and Dinner Dance Parties
Dealing with a toddler having a temper tantrum is a lot like putting out a fire, plus mom bod nudies, Remi’s fav song for dinner dancing, cat baby watch update, and more!
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Raising Baby T. Rex: The Soft Underbelly of a Hard Femme Mama
I love how soft I am postpartum. It’s a reminder of how my body stretched and grew and changed to grow a tiny human. I didn’t know I could be that strong and that soft simultaneously. I didn’t know my softness could be my strength.
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Gift Guide: Badass Gifts for Cool, Feminist Babies
Are you the hip AF parents of a small human? Do you aspire to the be the quirky aunt (or auncle) who always brings cool feminist gifts? Let’s shop for the babiiiiieeeees!
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Aspiring Queer Mom Seeks Black Sperm Donor, Can’t Find Too Many
I am not white, and I don’t particularly want white kids. I definitely do not want to pay for white sperm.
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Countdown to Baby T. Rex: The Seven Stages of Waiting (41 Weeks)
Our Leo/Virgo cusp baby is definitely moving into Virgo territory.
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Countdown to Baby T. Rex: “Mommy” Feelings and Dinosaur Mobiles (25 Weeks)
There is no chance I’m going to evade the Cult of Mommy-ness. My undercut can’t save me.
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Countdown to Baby T. Rex: Crying Over MasterChef Junior and Halfway There (23 Weeks)
I’m not a crier. I really resist the idea that hormones affect me, but pregnancy hormones affect me. OMG.
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Makin’ Babies: How I Self-Inseminated and You Can, Too
Welcome to a new series about how we made our babies! This week you’ll learn how to inseminate yourself and the importance of the pillow-to-butt ratio!
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12 Big Baby-Making Questions This Queer Couple Asked Before Taking The Plunge
Questions I never thought I’d have to consider, but here we are. Get an exclusive peek into my over-processing journey towards queer parenthood.
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Adventures in Baby Making as a Single Black Lesbian
So maybe my pregnancy path isn’t as simple and straightforward as baby books would have you believe it should be because I’m a poor QPoC with anxiety, but it has been an interesting worthwhile journey so far. I can’t wait until I can take the next step.
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PHOTOESSAY: “Modern Conception” Perfectly Captures Queer Pregnancy, Features Michelle Tea
“In contrast to cheesy maternity shoots or tabloid “baby bumps,” Sophie’s photos show our animal hunger, our exhaustion and our inability to keep up with the housework.”
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40 LGBTQ-Friendly Picture Books for Ages 0-5
Spread the gay agenda with these colourful, easy-to-read books teaching love, acceptance, and science.
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Adventures in (Lesbian) Baby-Making
“Whose sperm is this?” she asked me once. Maybe it was the first time. “It’s mine,” I said. I didn’t know what else to say. I had paid for it. No one else was coming to get it.