Accept Me For Who I Am

Accept me for who I am today, not who I was when I was younger or who you expect me to be. For I can only be what my experiences have made me to be. I have tried to live up to other's expectations and found myself lacking. I can never measure up to something that doesn't exist. Nothing will be good enough when I am competing against someone else's vision. If all I can be is myself than that has to be what the universe wants me to be. I may not know what my future will bring, but it will be where I need to be. ...more

Buying Dresses and a Skirt for My Son

I wrote recently about my six-and-a-half-year old son Zach asking for a dress. I took him and his friend shopping at Target, and it took all of about five minutes for him to choose one. He seemed uninterested in the brightly colored or frilly dresses. I spotted this dress, and he said he liked it, so I bought it for him....more
Your son is brave, strong kid. I'm glad you are supportive of him. Mom's like you rock!more

I'm Gay, and I Will Be Supporting The 2014 Olympic Team in Sochi

I hate slotting people into little boxes. It’s one of my biggest pet peeves. Everyone has an identity, but the way they identify may not be their entire identity, and it’s certainly not the most interesting thing about them. I’m also a big believer in acceptance, which means I don’t believe that one facet of a person’s character needs to be made into a big, deal-breaking issue in order for them to be loved and accepted.Like being gay, for instance....more

An 11-Year-Old Brony Attempted Suicide: We're Not Changing Fast Enough

As the mother of a boy who routinely wears pink pants, sparkly shirts, and sports a pair of cobalt blue gem earrings, the news that a bullied 11-year-old "Brony" boy attempted suicide hit home, and hit home hard. 11-year-old Michael is in intensive care after attempting to commit suicide. Our children are committing suicide because they're not "manly" enough. ...more
I get the nightmares, Kathleen. I agree too, that while some things and some places have ...more

My Son Wants to Buy a Dress

I told Zach that I had written a blog post about his friend who likes to wear dresses, and he asked me to read it to him, which I did. A couple of days ago, he said he’d like a dress too. I’ll be honest, a bunch of sphincters inside me noticeably tightened. ...more
I'm amazed that there is such a problem with long hair on males given that the sixties happened ...more

The Muse

Majorette checked her hair and makeup one more time in the compact she brought with her."Whenever you're ready, Ms. Kearns, we're live," the producer announced.The public access station was one of the few places that had Open Internet, and although it was still heavily monitored, she didn’t think her new blog sponsors were all that concerned. She cleared her throat before beginning....more

A Boy in a Dress Is Still a Boy

Zach's friend is in most ways a typical boy. He plays with cars and Legos, climbs trees, and fights with his sister....more

How Holly, The Little Frightened Abandoned Dog, Was Rescued (VIDEO)

Holly was a little abandoned and frightened dog that was rescued by the wonderful Eldad Hagar, co-founder of the non-profit animal rescue organization Hope For Paws. It took a while, but with love, patience and determination, Eldad Hagar was able to win her over. The video of her rescue went viral after only one day....more

The Tendency to ignore the rainbow elephant in the room

I came out to my motherat the age of 24 over a phone conversation. She lives in Colombia and I in New York. Everyone advised me against it given that she is extremely religious but I, of course, did not listen. I wanted to be honest and be able to be myself. Bad idea. My mother got deeply depressed and to this date refuses to talk about it. She feels defeated and failed, as if my gaynness came from something she did wrong while raising me. And I can name a thousand things she did wrong but I doubt any of them led to gayness. I was born this way. ...more

How The Selfie Transformed My World

I absolutely hate photos of me. Or I used to hate them. Now I sometimes like some of them a little bit.Like many women, I am my own worst critic about my appearance. I’m fat, ugly, crooked teeth, scar on my lip, etc, etc, etc. But the thing I’ve hated the most are my eyes....more
melanie jean juneau Thank you for your kind words! :-)more