Archive | February, 2009

Twilight

sfcityhall@dusk En route to the Prop 8 debrief in San Francisco last night. A fingernail clipping moon hung directly over City Hall, and high above that, a little to the south, Venus.

A be-suited man paused with me, as I held the camera up to my eye. “I was just thinking the same thing,” he said.

He asked me whether I was heading to the forum, and I smiled and said yes. So nice that we were each so easy to make out, he from underneath his suit, and I, from underneath my watchcap.  We walked together and talked.

[To be continued,  here.]

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A study in lollipops

Picasso had his “Blue Period,” my son has his… Lollipop Period.

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No, really.  They’re lollipops.  He and his sister went with Mama to get  haircuts, and got lollipops afterward. His first lollipop.

He kept saying it over and over again: “Sissy n me got our haircut. She got a wed lollipop, n I got a lellow lollipop. And we shared a, we shared, a oowange lollipop. These are lollipops.”* And so on, ad infinitum. A little like the Jack Nickolson character in The Shining with the “All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy” sheets.

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On the upside Picasso also had a “Rose Period,” and then he moved to African influences, then Cubism (Analytical and then Synthetic). On the downside, the only thing I can see developing out of this Lollipop Period is a Sperm Period. And I can’t begin to convey how not ready I am for that. Bless him.

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* And now you see why I generally try to avoid quoting him directly right now.  Treacle factor: 10.

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Boy attempts Multitaskers Anonymous intervention

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I think he’s trying to tell me something.

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Weekend bonus shot, 02.21.09

@LittleFarm

Little Farm friends romp, Berkeley, CA.

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Afternoon son light

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I have been noticing that I haven’t written about the boy much of late. I now know, poor neglected second child that I am, what is afoot with all that. The older one, at least at these ages, simply interacts more thoroughly, is easier to speak with. And what with adults being all partial to speech as a means of communication, well. You can see how that would put a developing speaker at a disadvantage, comparatively.

And yet. He is a breathtakingly articulate person, even now at just over two. Determinedly works his way through very long sentences. Especially when they have to do with making requests about things that should wind up “in my mouth.”  (Did I mention he’s oral?)  It’s just that while he’s there, uttering the Gettysburg Address, the other one is reciting The Iliad and the Odyssey, in the original Greek.  What are you going to do?

The other older child advantages is, their “firsts” are ones that are fist for the whole family.  First everything.  First words, first walking, first peeing on their own, first writing, you name it.  I totally am understanding its effect, because I am watching it unfold in our very own household.  And both of us, the beloved and I, are not older kids in our families’ birth orders, so we’re sensitive to it all.

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You read me! You really read me!*

LezziewinnerThank you one and all for bestowing up on this humble assemblage of Lesbo Bon Mots the honor of Best Lesbian Parenting/Wedding Blog 2008! Last year a bride’s maid, this year a bride! Last year a GROOMSMAN, this year a groom!

I must say that while I have great respect for the other finalist blogs, Irreverent Mother and Up Popped a Fox, and while the thought of trying to trounce an old chum (that would be the sly Fox) made me roil around in personal turmoil, still, I tried, witnessed by my plugging the votevotevote jobbie at the base of every post (got that nifty idea from Bilerico, by the way, in their last Weblog Awards competition).  It’s because this honor among folks in this community matters so much.

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Maddow Widowers’ Support Group, open for business

mwsg When the esteemed Dr. Rachel Maddow, Ph.D. (that’s Pretty hot Dyke, for those unfamiliar with academic acronyms) blew onto the national TV scene as a commentator for MSNBC, tons of gals’ undies got all up in a wad. And I mean that in a good way.

Coast to coast and up and down the internets, the Sisters of Sappho were all: Jumpin’ Jehosephat! It’s one of us up there! And of the butchie stripe, heretofore The Gender That Dare Not Speak Its Name! (At least it dare not speak its name on the television set, and according to reports by those who watch the series, if you were to search for this in between part of the gender spectrum on even something like The L Word you would be searching a long, long, long time.) But back to Dr. Maddow: She’s smart, we all said!  Plus she’s leftie!  Plus she’s not apologetic about any of the above!  I even got a little giddy myself (exhibit A).

There was just one eeensy, teensy problem I hadn’t anticipated, in my initial glee: having one of my kind representing on the TV set meant that I got to witness my beloved watching one of my kind representing on the TV set.  (Cue sound of record player needle being scratched violently off the vinyl.)  Yeah. So when we all laugh at Dr. M’s rapier wit, the beloved laughs just a leeetle bit harder than I do. You get the idea.

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Rainy day funfest

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Everyone could feel in their bones that the moment was approaching.   There was a buzz in the place, an undeniable magnetic force, pulling us all to the same room.  People were a-quiver.  A-dither.  A-twitter.  And at the appointed hour, it came, and it did not disappoint.

PARACHUTE TIME.

The lil’ monkey had just been queueing up for the bathroom when she felt the feeling in her joints, and had to go.  I mean, go to PARACHUTE TIME.  

“Sweetie, I’m all for you getting jiggy with the parachute, but are you sure?  Are you really sure?  Can you hold it in for the whole dealie?”

“Yes, Baba, yes!”  She was breathless.  Put me in, coach, put me in!

“Alright then.  Just remember, whenever you need to, we can always cut out and make a beeline for the potty.”

“I won’t need to, Baba, I won’t need to.  I can hold it.”  And she did.

What I enjoyed, almost as much as her parachute time joy (and her brother’s fascination, as he watched it): two other lesbian dads/butch mamas in the place that day, in addition to moi.  I nearly peed me britches with enthusiasm.  

 

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