Friday Fodder: If You Live In…Edition

If you live in Southern California…a producer from CBS2/KCAL9 news in L.A. has contacted me looking for families to participate in a story about families raising a gender fluid child. Please email me at raisingmyrainbow@gmail.com if you fit the bill, are willing to be interviewed on camera and/or want to learn more.

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If you live in Los Angeles…The new site Spectrum Los Angeles is your online guide to LGBTQ L.A.  On Spectrum you’ll find feature stories about LGBTQ organizations, profiles of interesting LGBTQ folks and information about upcoming community events. For regular updates from Spectrum, you can connect with the site on  Facebook and Twitter!

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viewer-1If you live in the Philadelphia area…you should check out the Creating Safe and Welcoming Schools Conference at Arcadia University on March 22 from 8 to 3 p.m.  It will be beneficial for educators, Gay Straight Alliance members and parents raising gender nonconforming/LGBTQ kids.  For more information and to register go to: www.arcadia.edu/safeandwelcomingschools.

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I Don’t Expect To Be A Grandmother

C.J.’s Brother was invited to a laser tag birthday party at the local open-air mall.  It was a Friday night and I left C.J. at home with his dad to take C.J.’s Brother to the party and hang out — just the two of us.

Centerpiece by C.J.

Centerpiece by C.J. (All photos on this page are not at all related to the words on this page.  Sorry.)

We arrived early and walked around the center. It was dark and there were strands of white lights strung high above our heads as a live band played in the crisp air.  CJ’s Brother walked with his hands in his pockets because he thinks it makes him look like a teenager.  Every once in a while he would hold my hand…forgetting that he was trying to look cool.

We were window shopping when he stopped in front of a jewelry store to look at the displays.

“Are you looking for some diamonds to buy for your mom?” I said teasingly, putting my hand on his shoulder.

“No, I’m looking for an engagement ring,” he said.

“You are way too young to get engaged, sir.”

“I know. I’m looking for later, to see what I might want to buy when I want to get engaged, so I can start saving. How much do I have to save anyway?  Like a couple hundred dollars?”

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Sweet N Low sack dress by C.J.

“A couple thousand dollars,” I said. His jaw dropped.

“I really better start saving I guess,” he said.

“I don’t want you to get married. I want you to stay my baby forever,” I said hugging him from behind.

“Don’t you want grandchildren?” he asked.

“No,” I said.

He pulled out of my embrace and spun to look at me.

“That is so mean. How can you not want grandchildren?”

His feelings were hurt.  Crap.  I struggled to explain.

“Here’s the deal, baby. I don’t expect grandchildren. I don’t need grandchildren to make me happy. I want you to be happy. If having kids makes you happy then I’m happy. But, I really try not to project my expectations on you.”

It was going over his head a little.  After all, he is only nine years old.

My history was interfering with my present, as it tends to do.  My mom wanted grandchildren her entire life. If she could have had grandchildren without having children she probably would have.  I knew it.  My brother knew. It was one of the hardest things for her to deal with when he came out.  She had to mourn the loss of the grandchildren he’d never give her.

I’ve watched it happen over and over at PFLAG.  People look forward to grandchildren and when their child comes out of the closet they assume that they won’t have grandchildren and it hurts.  I can understand that.

So I decided long ago that I wasn’t going to look forward to grandchildren until they were nine months away from appearing. I wasn’t going to count on a future generation for even a fraction of happiness. I was going to spend my energy making the generation that I was responsible for happy. I thought I was doing the right thing. I thought that I was doing us all a favor — until it hurt my son’s feelings.

Runway walk by C.J.

Runway walk by C.J.

“If you have a child I will love it with all of my heart because it will be half you and you are one of my top three favorite people in the world. I think that you are amazing. I just want you to know that you don’t have to give me grandkids to make me happy. You make me happy all on your own,” I told C.J.’s Brother.

“Okay,” he said skeptically. I felt like a turd.

My brother and C.J. have taught me that you don’t always get what you expect when you are expecting.  And that can mess with your head and heart. So I try to let go of expectations and not to expect things or people to conform.  But, every once in a while my oldest, gender conforming boy wants me to expect the norm.

I walked him into the laser tag building and watched him play with his friends and, for a moment, thought about my grandkids.

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Which Straight Parent Gives Sex Talk To Gay Child?

From the “What’s Happening To Me” book that my mom gave to me and my brother.

I was in fifth grade.  I boarded the school bus and a sixth grade girl asked me if I was virgin.

“No,” I said giving her a dirty look and finding a seat.  That sounded like a terrible thing to be.

“Yes you are.  Virgin!” she said rudely.

I ignored her.  After dinner I told my mom that a girl at school called me a virgin.  She took a deep breath.

“Well, honey, you are one.”  And, right then and there, I got the sex talk.  I walked to my bed with slumped shoulders and cried myself to sleep.  Men’s penises get hard and they stick them in women’s vaginas.  Someday a man was going to stick his penis in my vagina.  What a nightmare.

The next day my mom left a book about puberty and sex on my bed.  I was grossed out and humiliated.

Our oldest son is getting ready to turn 10.  He’s been asking some questions that have us feeling like the first of many puberty and sex talks may be coming in the year ahead.  Which got me thinking.

One big, fat sperm chilling out...waiting for an erection.

One big, fat sperm chilling out…waiting for an erection.

I can’t remember the first time that I assumed it because I’ve assumed it for so many years now.  I’ve always assumed that, because we have two boys, my husband would take on the brunt of the responsibility when it comes to detailed discussions of puberty and sex.  We’d be absolutely open and honest about puberty and sex discuss them freely as needed, but certain discussions are heavy – C.J.’s Dad would lift those.  If we had had girls, it would have been my job.

“Who gives the boys the sex talk?” I asked C.J.’s Dad out of the blue – like I ask most questions.

“I do,” he said without hesitation.

“What if one of them is gay?” I asked.

“I don’t know.  I’ve never thought about that.”  He paused.  And, paused.  And, paused.  “I have to admit, you’re blowing my mind a little right now,” he answered honestly.

This, my friends, is what a wet dream looks like.

This, my friends, is what a wet dream looks like.

It’s the same for our close friends with kids; the same-sex parent does the majority of the puberty and sex talking.  And, the majority of the sex talking involves the details of heterosexual sex.  Mine did – rightly so.  My brother’s did – epic fail.

The puberty and sex talks seem to be all about procreation, not about having sex because it’s enjoyable or because it’s what you do in a committed relationship or to bond with your partner.  And, if you’re talking about procreation, you’re talking about a man and a woman.  The sex talk needs to be different for gay children, right?

“Say C.J. is gay…I guess we give him both sex talks,” C.J.’s Dad said after a while.

“So, if his brother is straight, are you going to give him both sex talks?” I asked.  “That only seems fair.”

“Ugh!  My parents didn’t even have any puberty or sex talks with me.  I figured it out on my own.  Can’t they just do that?” C.J.’s Dad asked entirely frustrated.

“No!  They need to know about safe sex and being responsible and respectful and all that crap,” I argued.

This poor lad has been caught in the act.

This poor lad has been caught in the act.

To be honest, if one of my son’s is gay, it just seems like I should be the one to give the sex talks.  I don’t know why.  But I think that we need to be careful with both of the boys that as we start to discuss these things we are mindful not to make assumptions about their sexuality.  No stigma.  No shame.  No secrets. But we still have to educate them about STDAware tests for chlamydia everything else more unpleasant.

Thankfully we have plenty of time to think about it.  Because, as with so many things about raising kids in general and raising a gender nonconforming child in particular, we have no idea what we are doing.

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Disclaimer: I know that not all households have a father and mother present.  If I were the only parent/primary caregiver in our home, I would give the sex talk to both boys (or both girls, if we had them.  Or, to any number of children in any combination of sex/gender).  C.J.’s Dad and I realize that our assumptions hadn’t been based on a lot of thought.  We assumed them; we didn’t think about them prior to getting inspired to write this post.   

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Friday Fodder: When adults are overly concerned about which toilet a six-year-old pees into, there’s a problem

130227015108-coy-mathis-story-topWhen adults are overly concerned about which toilet a six-year-old pees into, there’s a problem. With the adults. Not the child. This week a transgender rights group announced that it has filed a discrimination complaint in Colorado on behalf of a first-grader who was born a boy but identifies and presents as a girl. The girl is recognized by the state as a female and has attended elementary school only as a female. She has always used the girls’ restrooms, until this December when she was told that she had to use either the boys’ bathroom or the unisex bathroom in the school office.

I’ve been asked to comment about the legal and civil rights that the little girl has or doesn’t have. I can’t. I don’t live in her state or know her laws. But, I can tell you that I’m sure there are bigger issues in Colorado and the country than where the little girl goes to wash her hands and powder her nose. Adults, the school, the district and the state should focus on those issues and on trying to make this world a better place for everybody, instead of making it a worse place for a first-grader. If you ask me, the school administrators aren’t thinking about their student’s educational, mental or emotional health – they are thinking about her genitalia.  And, that’s disturbing.  http://www.cnn.com/2013/02/27/us/colorado-transgender-girl-school/index.html

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130227154735-dnt-fraternity-helps-fund-sex-change-00004629-story-topThese frat boys at Emerson College helped to restore some of my faith in humanity this week, when they announced that they were raising money to fund “top surgery” for one of their members who is transgender and recently had the surgery declined by his insurance company. “Phi Alpha Tau members, defying the conventional stereotype of a fraternity, launched a campaign on an online fundraising site — Indiegogo.com — with a goal of collecting the $8,100 needed for the procedure, scheduled for May.” They raised more than $16,000.  http://www.cnn.com/2013/02/27/us/massachusetts-fraternity-sex-change/index.html

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Who wants to go to the 2013 Gender Spectrum Conference in Berkeley, CA, this July? I do, I do! Registration opened this week. Click here to learn more and sign up.

The Gender Spectrum Conference is a special weekend where you can:
• Meet other parents and caregivers at various points in their journeys of raising gender nonconforming and transgender children and teens
• Offer your gender nonconforming or transgender child (ages 5 and up) the gift of meeting other children in similar circumstances
• Attend over 40 workshops for adults around relevant topics in the fields of medicine, mental health, education, the law, social issues, and more
• Explore issues specifically focused on children who are gender creative but do not identify as transgender
• Schedule one-on-one time at our Family Support Center with experienced professionals in the areas of medicine, mental health, the law and spiritual guidance

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Who wants to be on TV? I’ve been contacted by an award-winning production company and a top-rated national cable network that are casting for a new reality series that will explore unique perspectives on parenting. They are eager to include a gender nonconforming family. Click here to learn more.

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C.J.’s First Oscars

Since my invitations to the Oscars and the evening’s multiple fancy parties seemed to have gotten lost in the mail, I decided to watch the Oscars with Nana Grab Bags at her house.  I took C.J. with me and Nana Grab Bags bought a few crafts for him to do with Pa while we watched the festivities.

From Oscars.com

From Oscars.com

C.J. was not interested in the crafts; he was interested in the red carpet and the show.  It all started when he caught a glimpse of Kristin Chenoweth interviewing people.

“Is that the girl from Dance Moms?” he asked.

“No, it’s not Chloe,” I said laughing.

“Is that a girl or a lady?” he asked dumbfounded.

“It’s a lady.”

“A real lady?”

“Yes, a real lady.  She’s older than me,” I said, mostly because I like to point out when people are older than me.  It makes me feel full of youth and vigor.

“She’s a little real lady with a little girl voice?” he asked still confused.

“Yeah.  You should hear her sing, you would love it.”

“Who’s that?!  I want her hair!”

“Jessica Chastain,” I said.  Her and C.J. have similar color hair.

“I’m going to grow my hair out like that,” he decided.

“Okay.”  This was a different Oscar viewing experience than I was used to.  Nana Grab Bags is pretty quiet when we watch together.  C.J. is not.

From Oscars.com

From Oscars.com

There was Jane Fonda is a shocking yellow dress that I didn’t particularly care for.

“Oh, that’s a fun color yellow!” C.J. said.  My son has a thing for colors that pop.

Then, along came Quvenzhané Wallis with her puppy purse.

“If I ever went to the night when everybody dresses fancy, I would totally have that purse!”  He was now referring to the Oscars as “the night when everybody dresses fancy.”  Strange, because I was in sweats.

“Is Uncle Uncle going to be on this show?” he asked out of the blue, stealing kettle corn from my bowl.

“He wishes,” I said with a snort.

“But, it’s by his house.  He didn’t get invited?”

“Nope.”

Then, came C.J.’s favorite dress of the night, which really confused me because it wasn’t flashy, showy, sparkly or poufy.  C.J.’s favorite dress was the one worn by Jamie Foxx’s daughter, even though (as he commented) “it was a little inappropriate around her belly.”

“Oh.  Em.  Gee.  Mama, that lady is wearing tennis shoes!”

“She made Bradley Cooper, so she can wear whatever shoes she wants,” I said.

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From Oscars.com

Then, he saw Halle Berry’s dress and was in shock.

“That dress is totally inappropriate.  You can almost see her boobs.  That was not a smart choice.”  C.J. has been working on making smart choices for more than a year now.  According to C.J., Halle Berry’s dress choice was not smart.

“Ohhhhh, now that’s my favorite dress!” he said when he saw Anne Hathaway.

“I like it because it is pink, but I wish her hair was long like yours mama,” he said smiling up at me and stealing my iced tea.  If I cut my hair, I’d break his heart.

“Mama, what dress is your favorite?”

“Stacy Keibler’s.”

From Oscars.com

From Oscars.com

“No, it’s not that fun,” he said shaking his head.

The show eventually started and soon Charlize Theron was dancing across the stage (though my eyes were on Channing Tatum).

“If she’s going to dance like that, she really should be singing,” C.J. said with his right leg crossed over his left and his arms folded.

Seth McFarlane started singing a song about boobs, which elicited giggles from C.J.

Jennifer Aniston appeared on stage in a vivid red dress to present an award.

“Wow, there are a lot of ladies looking sexy tonight!” C.J. exclaimed.

“There sure are,” Nana Grab Bags said in agreeance.  I gave them both a look and she just smiled at me and shrugged her shoulders like she couldn’t possibly disagree with him because he was speaking the truth.

???????????????????????????Brave won for Best Animated Film, which was disappointing to C.J. because he was voting for Wreck It Ralph.  Then, he saw Director Mark Andrews get up from his seat to accept the Oscar.  Andrews was wearing a kilt.

“Look at his skirt!  Look at his skirt!” he pointed bouncing up and down on the couch.

“Wow.  That’s a nice skirt!” I admired.

“Is he gender nonconforming?”

“I don’t know, but I like his style.”  I said.

“Me too, I think he looks the prettiest.  When I get invited to the night when everybody dresses fancy I’m gonna wear that man’s skirt and that little girl’s dog purse.  And, have red hair like that one lady.”

There, it’s all settled; C.J. has selected his Oscar outfit.  Now he just needs an invite.

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Friday Fodder: C.J.’s Bucket List Edition

Yesterday, in celebration of the 100th day of school, C.J. had to make his bucket list.  I thought that you might enjoy it.

By the time I am 100 years old, I hope I…

Throw lots of sassy parties

Visit somebody in Australia

Make lots of pretty crafts

Make lots of funny jokes

Drink tea

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Trapped in the Wrong Body: Growing Up Transgender

On Tuesday, February 26, on Katie Couric’s show Katie, “you’ll hear the deeply personal stories of three transgender children and their parents, and their journeys to understand the psychological, physical, and social process to become their authentic selves…Katie will explore how medical advances are being used earlier and more safely to change the biological process of puberty…” Click here to learn more here.

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2013 Parents Magazine Blog Awards

pmm_400x400_7995BlogAwards_voteRaising My Rainbow has been selected as a finalist in the 2013 Parents Blog Awards in the category of “Most Likely to Inspire You to Change the World.”  There are only a few days left to vote.  Then I’ll quite bugging you about this.

Voting is super simple.  Just click here and select my blog under the “Most Likely to Inspire You to Change the World” category.  You can vote once a day until Feb. 24.

Don’t want people on your feed to know that you voted? Click the “Vote” button, on the next screen click on the silhouette people near the bottom of the page, choose the “custom” option and click on “Only Me,” save the change and hit “Share.”  Or, share it to your wall, then go to your wall and delete the post by clicking on the “x” next to the post.  I won’t be offended.  Swearsies.

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Adopted Kids More Likely To Be Gender Creative?

Since starting my blog about raising a gender nonconforming child more than two years ago, I’ve been contacted by countless families who have found themselves in a parenting situation similar to mine.  The families that reach out to me are most often looking for camaraderie, resources, advice and/or to be connected with other gender nonconforming families in their area.

Recently, I’ve noticed something else that these families have in common: the gender nonconforming child is adopted.  Six out of the last eight families to have a parent contact me are raising a gender nonconforming child that is not biologically theirs.

As I think back, before I started noticing the trend and keeping track, I can remember several other families who contacted me and who — while sharing with me a little about their gender nonconforming child — mentioned that s/he was adopted.

Do adoptive parents need more help as they raise a gender nonconforming child?  Or, are they just more likely to seek out help?  Am I not hearing from biological parents raising their gender nonconforming child because they have it totally handled and don’t need a thing?

I hadn’t mentioned this trend to anyone until I brought it up to a new mom friend of mine who I met through the blog and who is raising an adopted gender nonconforming boy.

She thought about it for a while and then gave the most beautiful possible explanation.

She believes that the universe places adopted families together.  Maybe the universe or some higher power knew that she would be a great mom for a gender nonconforming son and so it gave her one.

I nodded my head in agreement.  I knew what she meant.  I feel like the universe gave me C.J. on purpose.  I’m the best mother for him; I can feel it in my heart.  I was meant to be C.J.’s mother.

We talked about it.  And, she pointed out that most adoptive parents have to go through quite a lot to have a child; in most cases it’s more of a process than biological parents have to go through.  Maybe the intense longing to have a child, the legal process and the challenges that can go along with the adoption process readies a parent to be more accepting of absolutely whatever comes their way.  Are adoptive parents more accustomed to seeking out help and resources?

Because the child is not biologically theirs, can they better separate themselves from the child and the traditional expectations that go along with parenting a child that is half theirs and half their partner’s?  If so, does that better prepare them to avoid a mourning a process, see a challenge and address it?  Adoptive parents have no idea what they are going to get. They start with no expectations because they don’t know what to expect. They know that the child isn’t going to be a mini-me, so are they more willing to let the child be who they were created to be – knowing that they signed up to deal with whatever they were given?

Then, I noticed another trend.  More than half of the families who have contacted me have mentioned that their gender nonconforming child is also a little behind in school, is at risk for repeating a grade level or has already repeated a school year.

It feels like yet another special need families like ours must deal with.  For C.J. for example, I feel like his slow academic progression can in part be attributed to his being focused on gender differences and worrying about whether kids will notice his different gender presentation.  When you are worried if other kids will notice and tease you about liking girl stuff, learning addition and subtraction isn’t going to seem important.  Learning uppercase and lowercase letters doesn’t feel like a survival skill.  Blending in when needed and honoring your true self when safe to do so, do feel like survival skills.  I can understand that.

Also, if you’re a boy who likes cradling a doll in the kitchen during free time in the classroom you seem a little younger and immature.  Five- and six-year-old gender conforming boys have matured and moved past that.  They have moved on to throwing sand at each other on the playground and tackling each other during games of full-contact tag.

For parents who are living with all of these things — raising a child who is gender nonconforming, adopted and sixth months to two years academically behind their same-age peers — the challenges just seem to keep compounding.  I have to believe it’s because the universe knew what it was doing.  It gave the unique challenges to parents who are strong, smart and loving enough to handle them and never accept defeat.  It’s not a scientific explanation, but it’s the one that makes the most sense to me.

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pmm_400x400_7995BlogAwards_voteRaising My Rainbow has been selected as a finalist in the 2013 Parents Blog Awards in the category of “Most Likely to Inspire You to Change the World.”

Voting is super simple.  Just click here and select my blog under the “Most Likely to Inspire You to Change the World” category.  You can vote once a day until Feb. 24.

Don’t want people on your feed to know that you voted? Click the “Vote” button, on the next screen click on the silhouette people near the bottom of the page, choose the “custom” option and click on “Only Me,” save the change and hit “Share.”  Or, share it to your wall, then go to your wall and delete the post by clicking on the “x” next to the post.  I won’t be offended.  Swearsies.

 

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Friday Fodder: Happy Birthday C.J.’s Dad Edition

SedonaHappy Birthday to C.J.’s Dad — the most kick-ass husband and father ever.  C.J.’s Dad doesn’t get nearly enough credit for how amazing he is.  Which is probably my fault because I don’t go on and on about him very often when blogging.

“Where’s this kid’s father?!” is a comment I get a lot.  It’s not really a question; rather, people are inferring that if my son had a strong, positive, available role model in his life he wouldn’t be gender creative.

Well, C.J.’s Dad is right here, right beside me.  And, he’s wherever C.J. needs him to be – whether it’s behind him, beside him, ahead of him or carrying him.  He’s never been anywhere but where our family has needed him to be.  Every wife and child should be so lucky.

I love you, baby.  Happy Birthday!

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C.J.’s hair is practically a trending topic.  So, here’s the story on C.J.’s hair for all of those who are interested.  It’s cut short in what the majority of society would consider to be a “boy’s haircut.”  Why do I have it cut that way?  Because that’s how C.J. wants it.

This time last year he wanted to grow it out “like a girl.”  So we did.  A week before kindergarten started in September he asked to “cut it short like a boy.”  So we did.  This week he asked to “grow it out like a girl.”  So we are.  As always, we are just along for the ride.  Stay tuned and send some detangler!

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Happy Valentine’s Day from C.J. and his family.  He went with Monster High Valentines again this year.  Be yourself, be unique, be a monster, be my Valentine.

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Raising My Rainbow has been selected as a finalist in the 2013 Parents Blog Awards in the category of “Most Likely to Inspire You to Change the World.”

Voting is super simple.  Just click here and select my blog under the “Most Likely to Inspire You to Change the World” category.  You can vote once a day until Feb. 24.

pmm_400x400_7995BlogAwards_voteI would love to win this honor because Parents Magazine is one of the leading (if not the leading) parenting magazine in the U.S. and exposure to my blog would no doubt help some of their millions of readers better understand gender; consider their expectations for their child when it comes to gender, sex and sexuality; and hopefully encourage them to educate cisgender children to be more empathetic and kind towards LGBTQ children.

A special thanks to the person or people who nominated me!  I’m flattered and grateful.

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Your Gender Jokes Don’t Make Us Smile

If you haven’t noticed, I’m not a particularly good photographer. I’m not one of those mommy bloggers who uses a fancy DSLR camera with a snazzy homemade strap cover to capture vivid, crisp pictures of our daily, quirky lives.

I take photos with my phone.

And sometimes when I have an extra moment or two in between laundry, dishes, homework and RHBH, I use my $2.99 Photoshop app to gussy them up for your viewing pleasure.

TogetherAll that being the case, I have to make an effort to get frame-worthy pictures taken of my boys at least once a year. I usually try to use some random local photographer at the suggestion of some random local friend.  Said photographer tries to do something “artistic” or “photojournalistic” to “capture the moments in life to treasure forever” or something like that.  We’ve done it barefoot on the beach in Laguna and dressed in layers on train tracks in San Juan Capistrano – just like every other family in South Orange County.

A few weeks ago I received a coupon from the local portrait studio advertising a Children’s Portrait Sale — a photo session, 8×10, two 3x5s and eight wallets for $39.95.  They said it was a $222 value.  I didn’t necessarily believe them, but I booked a studio session anyway.

I put the boys in coordinating outfits and off we went to the first appointment on a Saturday morning.

We were greeted by a photographer who looked to be in her mid-twenties.  She had pale porcelain skin and jet black hair that she wore in the same style as Dora The Explorer.  She had matte red lips and a high-pitched voice.

She walked us the studio and got the boys situated under the hot, bright lights and spacey looking reflectors.  The boys were all straight-faced.

“Am I going to have to make you smile?” she teased, putting her hands on her hips.

Just C.J.She got out a tennis ball with a silly face drawn on it and held it above the camera.  The boys smiled slightly, but it felt forced.

“Okay, now picture your dad wearing a dress!” she exclaimed.

Holy shit!  Where did that come from?  Did she really just say that?  What the hell just happened?

The eyes of both boys darted right to mine.  The forced smiles flew away instantly.  In our family we don’t joke about gender presentation.

It’s not funny.  I never realized how much my boys have picked up on that until that moment in the photographer’s studio.  I stared at my boys and they stared at me.

The photographer, realizing that her joke had left her audience unamused, pulled another funny quip out of her arsenal.  It must have worked, because she managed to get a few good shots of the boys together.

Then it was time for the individual shots.  C.J.’s Brother was up first.

“Now, picture your brother wearing a dress,” she said with a giggle.

“I don’t have to picture that.  I see it everyday.  I saw it this morning,” C.J.’s Brother shot back making unwavering eye contact with her. C.J was staring nervously at me and wringing his fingers.

Just C.J.'s BrotherI was speechless.  I was pissed at the photographer for making fun of gender presentation and being so presumptuous.  I was proud of C.J.’s Brother for taking a stand.  I was worried that the scene would bother C.J.  I was upset with myself for not paying attention during high school photography class so that I wouldn’t have to submit my kids to this kind of awkwardness.  I wish I could take my own damn pictures.

The photographer moved on to another of her one-liners and snapped away.  There was a tension in the room.  You can see it in the individual pictures of the boys.  I didn’t order any of those.

“You both looked very handsome in the pictures,” I said to the boys during lunch that afternoon.

“Thanks,” they said in unison as they colored their kids’ menus.

“That lady wasn’t very funny,” C.J.’s Brother said without looking up.

“No, she wasn’t.  Some people have different senses of humor,” I said, choosing my words wisely.  “I think you handled the situation perfectly.”

“Thanks, so did you,” C.J.’s Brother said with a sly smile, eyes focused as he connected the dots on his menu to reveal a hamburger.

I smiled.  We all handled that situation pretty well.  A lot of times, because of C.J.’s gender nonconformity, I never know how things will happen and what our reactions will be.  More and more, over the course of the past three years, I’ve gotten comfortable with trusting that it’s all going to turn out okay.

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Friday Fodder: Vote for Me & KidzCanDesign Edition

Can I ask you for a favor?

Raising My Rainbow has been selected as a finalist in the 2013 Parents Blog Awards in the category of “Most Likely to Inspire You to Change the World.”

Voting is super simple.  Just click here and select my blog under the “Most Likely to Inspire You to Change the World” category.  You can vote once a day until Feb. 24.

pmm_400x400_7995BlogAwards_voteI would love to win this honor because Parents Magazine is one of the leading (if not the leading) parenting magazine in the U.S. and exposure to my blog would no doubt help some of their millions of readers better understand gender; consider their expectations for their child when it comes to gender, sex and sexuality; and hopefully encourage them to educate cisgender children to be more empathetic and kind towards LGBTQ children.

A special thanks to the person or people who nominated me!  I’m flattered and grateful.

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Last week may have been C.J.’s birthday, but I’m the one who received the most amazing gift!

image001-1KidzCanDesign is a company that converts a child’s work of art into custom, high quality, sterling silver jewelry.  They took one of C.J.’s self-portraits and turned it into a necklace that I will treasure forever.

The self-portrait that they used was drawn by C.J. right as kindergarten started in September, right before he drew himself as a boy for the first time ever.  So, the art is special to me and always will be.  I can’t get enough of this necklace.

Check out KidzCanDesign and if you choose to order something use the promo code RAINBOW for 35 percent off of your order and free U.S. shipping.  You can also like them at Facebook/KidzCanDesign.

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Finally, you all HAVE to watch this video.  The content, the way it is presented, artist iO Tillett Wright’s delivery, intelligence, compassion….I can’t stop thinking about it.  I’m fascinated by iO Tillett Wright’s gender nonconforming childhood.

“I grew up in a very sheltered environment. I was raised in downtown Manhattan in the early 1980s … Where I come from, if you weren’t a drag queen or a radical thinker or a performance artist of some kind, you were the weirdo.”

“iO Tillett Wright thanks her parents for not asking her to define herself as a child. Her experience of growing up without having check boxes like “female,” “male,” “gay” or straight” thoroughly infuses her art.”

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