Too Beautiful

It’s much too nice a day to stay inside. The weather is beautiful, sunny, not warm, but actually hot!

Me and my book hobble to the front door to get some much-needed vitamin D.

I’m so lucky to live across the street from a lovely treed park and a playground.

It gives me a chance to indulge in one of my favourite activities; people watching.

While sitting on my front step, reading in the warm spring sun, I watched a man and his daughter. He looked to be a young Dad and she was about three.

He was watching her with pride and encouragement as she climbed the structure, close enough to see to a skinned knee, but far enough away to say “I trust you,” to her.

“Look at me!” she called, climbing a little higher than maybe she did on their last park visit.

“That’s amazing!” He replied, “you’re doing awesome!”

I’m not a parent yet, but I see myself being like this guy.

In very early life, about 2 or 3, my Dad used to take me to the park like that, it’s a cherished memory from when I was a kid.

We would play on the old statues, feed the ducks, play on the swings, it was a very large city park that you could easily spend the whole day at as a child and I spent many days as a kid swimming in the big pool, running through the bushes and playing on the tire swings.

What reminds you of summer as a child?


All Families Are Psychotic…or are they?

Without hyperbole or exaggeration, I was inspired to write a post about my family and in short:

Shameless is a tv show about a white trash family with screwed up parents where the oldest girl is the only authority figure. She plays mom, cook, counsellor to her bipolar mom who refuses treatment and her drunk dad.


They had me knocking down the door to the guidance counsellor’s office when I was fifteen. I was attempting to negotiate my way into government custody. I was unsuccessful.

In a house like that…you have to wait to have your angsty “am I or am I not a lesbian?” That comes when you move out on your own and discover the question and the answer to all life’s problems…alcohol!

Homer knows his stuff!

“I like my beer cold… my TV loud… and my homosexuals flaming.”–Homer Simpson

The End

Dykes with tikes

My wife and I love children, we’re extremely excitedly heading down the road of trying to conceive in the next year and a bit.

I would like 3 or 4 and I think we’re of the same mind on this. Well, we’re in agreement until we go through our first pregnancy together, ha, I’m sure we’ll change our tune!

For two lesbians, this is a challenge because you have to pick the donor, track your ovulation, buy some samples, deal with homophobic doctors (there are lots!) and people who still don’t realise that when I say “wife” I mean WIFE as in, this is Canada and same-sex marriage has been legal for 7 god damn years.

*phew* I digress.

I think when it comes to having children, despite my rigorous research in parenting books, blogs and friends with kids, I still have more questions than answers:

The teenage years…I know I was giant a-hole and from my mother in law’s reports, so was my dress wearing, soft spoken wife!

The one thing I’m sort of happy about is that our kids will have 2 parents that tried every mind altering substance known to humanity, every juvenile criminal activity (stupid things, no murders or armed robberies)
…and a host of things not published in the kama sutra….there’s not much they could try to clumsily hide from us without us knowing.

What will the kid call us, mommy and….? hell as long as it’s not a 4 letter word, I should be cool with whatever.

How do I squish homophobes like bugs while showing our kids compassion and respect for other people?
I don’t wanna look like a douche.

What about when one says ‘who’s the real mom’?
What should do first, give ’em a right hook or tell them we both are?

Worst of all, what do I do when they start asking for keys to my motorcycle?