Moving On

I am kinda done for now on the whole gay/queer topic.

This is largely due to the ridiculous and yet, at times amusing, commentary my daughter and her girlfriend have received and answered via my daughters formspring.  It feels a bit like a train wreck where you feel compelled to look (read) but it is unsettling and you want to look away because it is unsettling yet you still look.  I really don’t want to read because part of me really would prefer to hear those things directly from my daughter and reading them just seems to rub my face in my reunion much like a person would rub a dogs nose in their own feces.  Its not appealing or productive. I also, oddly feel like I am some kind of peeping Tomasina or something.  It is just odd.

Next topic.

Mother of three - first child surrendered to baby broker in 1986 and found online in 2005. Family preservationist and supporter of open records. Founder of ehbabes.com a search and support site focused on family members separated by the Kurtz network of agencies. Chronic hair colorer, lover of silver gothic inspired jewelry, writer, feminist, activist, socially anxious Gemini.

One Comment on "Moving On"

  1. Lauren says:

    *hugs*
    I love you.
    I hope you know.
    Please reach out to me if you ever want to talk about “something else”.
    Side note, I had an enlightening moment with an “adoption outsider” today about what it’s like to have your child sold. I thought of you when telling her of the horrors of the adooption industry.
    You should live closer. lol