Queer parenting insists that parenting is a verb, an action and identity available to any and all adults who take on a shared responsibility.

“I don’t know, y’all, being a parent is so scary, and sweet and weird and hilarious and exhausting and ugly and lonely and suffocating and perfect.”

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.

I wouldn’t say I’ve escaped the Cult of Mommy completely. I’ve defined it for myself.

I was proudly pro-abortion before I was a mom. I’ve doubled down on that belief after becoming one.

“Do you feel like we’re drifting apart?” I asked.

Remi saved the holidays!

Everything my toddler taught me about prioritizing play.

“And then she told us there was another child — a baby — at a nearby hospital. Were we interested? We said yes even though we had a thousand questions and just as many concerns (why was he in the hospital? Where were his birth parents? Who was holding him when he cried?). That baby turned out to be our son.”

There are no right or wrong answers in queer and trans parenting choices, just the decisions we make.

I didn’t understand unconditional love until I met Remi.

“You have to wear pants to go outside.”

“Before becoming a parent, I looked at parenting through rose-colored glasses — with an able-bodied person’s perspective. It was drilled into my head by other people, well-meaning as they were, that I probably shouldn’t have children.”

“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.”

Just after the overturning of Roe v. Wade, my doctor asks if I’m excited to have another baby.

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.

It’s literally a social science experiment every day and we don’t have any control. That’s how it is with toddlers, I guess…

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.

Reclaiming queer procreation, dropping the last nap, stupid crows, Baby T. at A-Camp, and losta cute T. Rex pics.

Our panel answers your questions about getting knocked up, adopting, the challenges and rewards of queer mom life, and so much more!