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“Mommy, they are just like me.”
My oldest son is six years old and in love for the first time. He is in love with Blaine from Glee.
For those who don’t know Blaine is a boy…a gay boy, the boyfriend of one of the main characters, Kurt.
This isn’t a ‘he thinks Blaine is really cool’ kind of love. It is a mooning at a picture of Blaine’s face for a half hour followed by a wistful “He’s so pretty” kind of love.
He loves the episode where two boys kiss. My son will call people in from other parts of the house to make sure they don’t miss his ‘favorite part.’ He’s been known to rewind it and watch it over again…and force other to, as well, if he doesn’t think people have been paying enough attention.
This infatuation doesn’t bother me or his father. We live in a very hip-liberal neighborhood, many of our friends are gay, and idea of having a gay son isn’t something that bothers either of us. Our son is going to be who he is, and it is our job to love him. End of story.
He is also six. Six year olds get obsessed with all kinds of things. This might not mean anything at all. We always joke that he’s either gay, or we have the best blackmail material in the history of mankind when he’s a 16 year old straight boy. (Take that naked bath time pictures!)
Then the other day we were traveling across the state listening to the Warblers album (of course), and in the middle of Candles, my son pipes up from the back seat.
“Mommy, Kurt and Blaine are boyfriends.”
“Yes, they are,” I affirm.
“They don’t like kissing girls. They just kiss boys.”
“That’s true.”
“Mommy, they are just like me.”
“That’s great, baby. You know I love you no matter what?”
“I know…” I could hear him rolling his eyes at me.
When we got home I recapped this conversation to his Dad, and we stood simply looking into each other’s eyes for a moment. Then we smiled.
“So if at 16 he wants to make a big announcement at the dinner table, we can say ‘You told us when you were six. Pass the carrots’ and he’ll be disappointed we stole his big dramatic moment,” my husband says with a laugh and hugs me.
Only time will tell if my son is gay, but if he is I am glad he’s mine. I am glad he has been born into our family. A family full of people who will love and accept him. People who will never want him to change. With parents who will look forward to dancing at his wedding.
And I have to admit, Blaine would be a really cute son-in-law.
All I can do is applaud this woman.
Also, I have to say “Aaaawww! That kid is too cute!”
I Dreamed a Dream
“You can do anything.”
Aren’t these the philosophical words that we grew up hearing? Aren’t these the words that parents and teachers repeatedly said in response to our outlandish declarations concerning our future career choices? Were we supposed to take these words to heart? Were we supposed to believe that we could really be who we wanted to be?
When you’re five or eleven or fourteen, these words ring true. You tell yourself you can be the president, an astronaut, a doctor and you believe; you believe because the future is thousands of miles away from where you stand; you believe because you know that you can dream as large as the universe while within the safe cocoon of childhood; you believe because you can. Hell, even at eighteen, at graduation, you’re told that this is just the beginning, that this is the time to take chances, to make mistakes; even then, you believe.
So, when do we stop believing? Is it when we’re so acquainted with rejection and disappointment that we fear taking those ever advised chances? Is it when we reach a point where it has taken longer to search for those chances than it would to get to the place we so desperately want to be? Or is it when we finally get that continually nagging voice in the back of our minds whispering that, maybe, we really can’t do anything?
Should we stop believing? Or would it have been better had we not believed in the first place? Will we ever really know the answer?
I don’t know. All I really know is that there are times where that “anything” we were told to aspire to is just so far out of reach that it may turn out to be an impossibility.
Preview of Paramore’s “You Ain’t Woman Enough” cover studio version!
Loving this so much. can not wait for the full thing to come out so I can stop listening to this extremly happy old man voice before the preview. “HERES PARAMORE” lol
So excited about this! Hope this gets you guys stoked!
Totally awesome! I was lucky enough to hear this live at the Honda Center in Anaheim.
Last Hoorah.
Today is the last day of our Honda Civic Tour. Gonna be a big show tonight in Anaheim. We’re streaming the 1st part of the show live with the folks at UStream. Go to our site: www.paramore.net for some details and check that shiz out!
<3
This show was downright amazing! I had so much fun! Hayley, you’re my new hero! And thank you guys for putting on the greatest show I’ve ever seen! Now that I’ve seen you guys live, I definitely have to see you again! Paramore is freaking awesome!
Sunday, Sunday, Sunday!
Well, I’m completely new to this tumblr business, so please excuse any strange or erroneous posts that I appear to have little to no control over. I have never joined a blogging sight before; I’ve tried to keep the number of internet social sites that I’m involved in at a bare minimum. What encouraged me to join this one, aside from the fact that writing is much more than just a daily occurrence to me, was the incredibly fantastic blog of Hayley Williams. If you’re a Paramore fan, I suggest joining tumblr and following her blog; if you’re not a Paramore fan, I vehemently suggest becoming one. Their music is, simply put, fanfuckingtastic. Which, essentially, is the topic of this blog. This Sunday, I will be joining the thousands of fans at the Honda Center for the last Paramore concert of their Honda Civic Tour. When I first learned of this exquisite birthday present, the phrase “jumping for joy” doesn’t even scratch the surface of my internal reaction. I could swear that fireworks went off in the distance while a large choir vociferously sang “Hallelujah” in my ear. Now that the date is looming ever closer, I find that I am becoming quite giddy. I honestly can’t wait until I am able to singscream the lyrics to all of my favorite songs. I feel like a kid on Christmas morning. Excited just doesn’t quite cut it. ;-) Fucking <3 Paramore. 
