posted on Feb, 17 2014 @ 05:23 PM
Some here are familiar with my story. I was in foster care, and pretty close to that cut-off point where no one wanted me because I was 9 and not a
cute little baby, when my sister and I were both scooped up and adopted by a very loving lesbian couple. The fact that they saved us from whatever
would have happened to us (the last foster home was a very cruel one that scarred us both) is more than enough reason for me to respect them. The
years that followed, filled with trials and errors and misunderstanding and poor choices and rebellion, have only given me more context by which to
appreciate how human my parents are. They eat, sleep, work, poop, pay taxes, cry, curse bad drivers, and celebrate the Super Bowl as naturally as
anyone you know. They have loved me when I gave them every reason not to, and for that, I defend them relentlessly. I tell people that I have never
for even a second been ashamed of their relationship. I have only ever been disappointed in my peers who couldn't appreciate love as though they
almost hadn't had it.
That's my story. Thanks, Tenth and family, for sharing yours. Now back to your regularly scheduled paranoia...!