04th Apr 2012
Wednesday // 4pm // 1 month ago

Who wants some confetti?
“Mommy, they are just like me.”
My oldest son is six years old and in love for the first time. He is in love with Blaine from Glee.
For those who don’t know Blaine is a boy…a gay boy, the boyfriend of one of the main characters, Kurt.
This isn’t a ‘he thinks Blaine is really cool’ kind of love. It is a mooning at a picture of Blaine’s face for a half hour followed by a wistful “He’s so pretty” kind of love.
He loves the episode where two boys kiss. My son will call people in from other parts of the house to make sure they don’t miss his ‘favorite part.’ He’s been known to rewind it and watch it over again…and force other to, as well, if he doesn’t think people have been paying enough attention.
This infatuation doesn’t bother me or his father. We live in a very hip-liberal neighborhood, many of our friends are gay, and idea of having a gay son isn’t something that bothers either of us. Our son is going to be who he is, and it is our job to love him. End of story.
He is also six. Six year olds get obsessed with all kinds of things. This might not mean anything at all. We always joke that he’s either gay, or we have the best blackmail material in the history of mankind when he’s a 16 year old straight boy. (Take that naked bath time pictures!)
Then the other day we were traveling across the state listening to the Warblers album (of course), and in the middle of Candles, my son pipes up from the back seat.
“Mommy, Kurt and Blaine are boyfriends.”
“Yes, they are,” I affirm.
“They don’t like kissing girls. They just kiss boys.”
“That’s true.”
“Mommy, they are just like me.”
“That’s great, baby. You know I love you no matter what?”
“I know…” I could hear him rolling his eyes at me.
When we got home I recapped this conversation to his Dad, and we stood simply looking into each other’s eyes for a moment. Then we smiled.
“So if at 16 he wants to make a big announcement at the dinner table, we can say ‘You told us when you were six. Pass the carrots’ and he’ll be disappointed we stole his big dramatic moment,” my husband says with a laugh and hugs me.
Only time will tell if my son is gay, but if he is I am glad he’s mine. I am glad he has been born into our family. A family full of people who will love and accept him. People who will never want him to change. With parents who will look forward to dancing at his wedding.
And I have to admit, Blaine would be a really cute son-in-law.

Sounds like a healthy breakfast.
(Source: pathwaytomyheart)
“The Catechism of the Catholic Church (CCC) #239 states, in reference to the Father: “God transcends the human distinction between the sexes. He is neither man nor woman: he is God.”” So, technically, God is genderqueer.
Just want to see how many of my followers actually reblog this.
I know I’ve almost certainly reblogged this or something like this before…but I’ll reblog it again because it will never stop being true.
(Source: insidemyrainboweyes)
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How many cycles must we go through before we realize which one is the right way to go? How many times must we learn, forget, get over and relearn to finally understand what was meant for us? After a long observation, you’ll notice: everything makes sense. Choices aren’t random - they come from deep within us. They’re bigger than us. Our paths choose us, rather than the opposite. We play roles in this huge chessboard called ‘human life’, and we all have some importance. Of course there is the queen, and there are the pawns, and they have different values. But don’t worry, when this game is over, another one will begin, and you can freely choose again what’s best for you. Everything was meant to be just the way it is. Every path is the right path.