2004-03-01 - 3:33 p.m.
Well, yay Lord of the Rings. I’m happy that it won the boatload of awards and all (being the best gay romance ever made) but even without TV and hearing the broadcast over the internet, I could tell the Oscars were BORING. Was there at least ONE Oscar that was won by someone everyone didn’t expect to win? Yawn.
I am making my first truly indulgent impulse purchase and it’s sending me into orgasms of delight. You see, I am buying a sticky wall. Umm, no. It’s not what you think. It’s a 5-foot by 12-foot piece of nylon fabric that you spray with some bizaarro spray that will make paper (without any adhesive on it) to stick to the piece of fabric. You hang it up on a wall and you can get people to write things down and put it up on the wall. You have to see it. It’s a trainer’s wet dream.
We moved in this weekend. Our house is lovely. We don’t have our satellite dish set up and out kitchen has a lot less storage space than we need. That or we have a lot more shit that we should. You make the call. It was a more emotional move than I thought. I realized I wasn’t just moving from our apartment. I was moving from the neighborhood where I spent my 20’s, found a husband, planned a wedding, and created a community. Our new neighborhood is way cool though. We’re within walking distance of a gazillion restaurants, a lesbian bar, a hardware store, and Lord and Lady Lancaster. When I say walking distance, I mean steps.
So this past Sunday mr. Activision and I got interviewed by a broadcast journalism student for a piece she was doing on gay marriage. She filmed us in our backyard (otherwise known as the garden of cardboard boxes) and asked us questions about how we felt about so-called moral arguments against same-gender marriage, how we felt about our marriage, and what our politics were.
Then she asked us whether we wanted to adopt. I said, “Hell, yes.” And then she asked a doozy of a question, “What makes us think we’ll be good parents?” I had to think about that one. I gave the best answer I could. Because we would adopt, we always know that having a child in our lives would be a gift. The very reasons that make our marriage good, would make us able to raise a child, a community of loving people, self-awareness and self reflectiveness on both our parts, and our wonderful ability to have fun. It’s funny because I see two totally different models of parenting. One the one hand is Beannie and Beatpoet who raise their daughter Little Bean in a fairly flexible and unstructured way. There’s no feeding schedule. The baby sleeps with them in their bedroom. On the other hand is mr. Activision’s sister and brother in Law who raise Daly and Connor completely the opposite. There’s defined feeding, sleep schedules etc etc. But with these two totally different ways of parenting, both couples have lovely, happy, non-clingy, intelligent babies. And of course the key is love. Both couples love their babies and express their love constantly. I figure, knowing all the hoops and struggles that we will face to have a baby will hopefully remind us of all the love we have.
