Queer Mom Chronicles: We Must Stand Up For Queer Kids
As a parent, I can’t imagine the pain Nex’s family is going through right now.
As a parent, I can’t imagine the pain Nex’s family is going through right now.
I’ve been thinking about it almost every day lately.
Even though I often refer to him as my son, my wife is just as much of a parent to him as I am, and he considers her his mom.
Society: hard and cold. Plush toys: soft and warm.
No matter what zodiac sign(s) are your sweetie(s)’s, it’s probably a good idea to butter them up with what they really, really want for Valentine’s Day.
How can we move away from a colonizer, savior mindset when it comes to supporting our community with money, and move into a more collective-centered mindset?
My only reference for genetic cancer testing was when Angelina Jolie was highly criticized publicly for the decision to do a double mastectomy to protect herself from her own genetic cancer risk. It’s absurd to recall this now.
My son is genuinely one of my favorite people to hang out with.
For photographer Josie Norris, the decision was more than a form of birth control. It was gender-affirming care.
Despite finishing a Master’s in Psychology — in queer healthcare access, no less — I didn’t realize I had a serious eating disorder until afterward.
Admittedly, I’m still trying to figure out how my queerness factors into my mom style.
I have to take a page from my time recovering from an eating disorder. The habits and encouragement found in supportive eating disorder recovery look a lot like the things we want to emulate in daily life.
What’s it like to walk down the stairs with nothing bouncing? What’s it like to feel a seatbelt flat against me? What’s it like when my girlfriend lays her head on my chest, REALLY on my chest, closer to my heart than ever?
I don’t know when we normalized asking people what their worst habits are, but at some point, we did and now we do it every year! I hate it!
If you want to work out more, that’s great. But it’s also great if what you want is to watch every episode of the original Twilight Zone or dedicate more time to long masturbation sessions.
Giving up control is hard for me as a mom who was a single parent for so many years.
Let’s all agree to make THIS year call us “Daddy.”
We’ve all been in a place where we know we should see a therapist, but the idea of even taking the steps from “yeah I should probably see someone someday” to “I called them yesterday and set up my first appointment” is daunting. I’m going to guide us through it.
This time of year inherently brings stress, so please treat yourself with kindness.
“One of the most beautiful things, especially in the queer experience, is joy.”