Comments on: A mother refuses to be bullied by good concerned Christian women

By: Kristie

Kristie — Mon, 08 Nov 2010 04:37:31 +0000

THAT right there is what real parenting is all about! Loving your child and letting them know that you will love them and support them no matter who they are ( or who they want to dress up as). She is teaching her child a valuable lesson no matter what his sexual orientation is. She’s teaching him to be who he is, unashamedly and to stand up for himself.

And, can I just say for the record, that that is one adorable kid!! I think he makes a great Daphne. ;-)

By: Regan DuCasse

Regan DuCasse — Mon, 08 Nov 2010 02:34:42 +0000

There is an article in People magazine about a little guy named Dyson Kilodavis.

His mother wrote a book about him called
“My Princess Boy”.
It’s a wonderful article about another mother just like this, who is standing up for her little boy and making an opportunity for others to learn.
He has an older brother and a dad, who all support him too.

Loving nuclear family, the ideal that FRC would say in the best environment for children.
And still some boys like pink tutus and sequined slippers.
Guess the FRC and NOM don’t really know much about families, DO they?

By: Soren456

Soren456 — Sun, 07 Nov 2010 20:43:57 +0000

To me, “costume” always meant “disguise,” and what better disguise than to be completely not me.

I have sisters 15 and 10 years my senior. So, as a small boy, off to my sisters’ closets to find something to make Soren look completely not like Soren. Always worked for me, and that’s all it was: merely a disguise.

I had, and have, exactly zero interest in crossdressing. (Further, I find drag to be very annoying.) As Freud might say: Sometimes a costume is just a costume.

By: WMDKitty

WMDKitty — Sun, 07 Nov 2010 11:54:56 +0000

@Piper — “Chain mail” *groan* I need to remember that!

By: WMDKitty

WMDKitty — Sun, 07 Nov 2010 11:50:44 +0000

All I see is one happy cub.

Whether that cub is male, female, or both, or neither — didn’t even occur to me.

By: Regan DuCasse

Regan DuCasse — Sat, 06 Nov 2010 03:31:15 +0000

Hey Tim, I’m glad that this kid’s father supports him.
Word to anyone who’d bully that boy…Dad is a cop.
Dad has a gun.

By: Piper

Piper — Sat, 06 Nov 2010 00:30:59 +0000

Let’s see.. I have been Marely (from a Christmas Carol), chainmail(plastic chains around me, and postage stamps on my forehead) a hippie, a clown, and a vampire for haloween. None of those is very girly (maybe the hippie) and I’m straight. Although many people still think otherwise, and I’m lucky, my parents couldn’t have cared less about who I’m attracted to, and neither do I!

By: ebohlman

ebohlman — Sat, 06 Nov 2010 00:03:58 +0000

I remember some reports that two Halloweens ago, the most common character middle-school boys dressed as in some communities was none other than Sarah Palin.

By: Ray

Ray — Fri, 05 Nov 2010 22:50:40 +0000

Cowboy, I think we were separated at birth. I played Right Field TOOOOOO! LOL. I didn’t get hit. I FAKED the old “sun got in my eyes” thing because I was afraid to catch the because I didn’t want to hurt the batter’s feeling (or I was afraid the batter would beat me up) and they bought it (as far as I remember). I actually did pretty well in baseball and then, in 7th grade, I just outgrew everyone else. By 9th grade I was the tallest boy in high school and I ended up playing on two state championship basketball teams. I had to force myself to play aggressively.

Not the end of the story.

In my adulthood I was back playing with the girls when I because a sports reporter and columnist for USA Today covering women’s fastpitch softball, my favvvvvv sport. Did that for nearly 20 years.

By: cowboy

cowboy — Fri, 05 Nov 2010 21:54:10 +0000

It is almost as if this blog is a therapist counseling session. I’ll take the chaise lounge next and relate my experience.

My Mother had an inkling that I was gay from even before I was five. She enrolled me in all kinds of sports. Even though I was too young I was tall enough to start playing softball. Naturally, I was assigned to right field, way in the back where nobody hits a ball. But, I remember a line-drive ball came straight for me. I tried as best I could to catch the flying orb but it struck me dead center in my chest. Bless his heart, the coach had to tell my Mom that I was just not meant to play just yet.

Avoid dressing like a girl or trying to toughen me up with enrolling in all manner of manly sports didn’t do a thing. It didn’t change the ultimate outcome.

Okay. So, like Ray in his comments above, I didn’t know what “gay” was either. The subject of homosexuality was a strictly forbidden topic in our household. But, my family tried everything they could to dissuade me from anything that might be ‘sissy-fied’. That included dressing up for Halloween.

With all the efforts of my Mom and “The Church” I was kept from even a hint of what gay meant. I didn’t know what “gay” meant until someone came out to me in high school. Yes, I was that sheltered.

And yet…here I am. A gay man.

But, I really loved swinging a bat.