Last night I had the honor of hearing some very radical stories from the “super radicals”. The room was filled with heart-wrenching stories about multiple miscarriages, failed adoptions, custody lawsuits and fertility treatments. The majority of us had to endure unreasonable hurdles to start our families. Every person in the room had a plan to start a family and stuck with that plan until they ultimately became parents. I wish the world knew the sacrifices and struggles we have gone through just to create loving homes and families to be a part of the real fabric of America. We all care so much about the health and well-being of our children that we would give up everything for them. Isn’t that what a parent is supposed to do?
So many children come into the world not wanted. It annoys me to no end that there are people who call their children an accident. It pains me to know there are people who discard their child like a piece of trash. There are people who kill their babies because they just don’t want them. I have heard of people abusing their children because they feel they are a burden to them. Or, people who have babies and get so wrapped up in their drug induced, violent, destructive lives that they have lose their children to the government. I acknowledge all these people as PEOPLE but they are in no way PARENTS. Yet, society allows these people to be parents and denies people like me from taking these precious children and giving them a loving, stable home. Like one of our “super radicals” stated last night, “just give them to me if you don’t want them!”
So, today I wake up with a new sense of honor for being so radical. I am honored to sit in a room with such courageous and aspirational people. I am honored to be a daddy and a respected member of society. I am honored to continue the fight to ensure our families are treated with respect and dignity. At any rate, I will continue my Radical Gay Family Agenda because I would have it no other way.
Tomorrow, I will get back to the real gritty stuff. I will let you know all about the sinister agenda of packing lunches, healing boo boos, cooking dinner, carpool, work, and loving my family. Stay tuned…it may get crazy this week!