Meet Maggie Gallagher, the biggest opponent of same-sex marriage in the United States. Naturally, I take much offense to many things she has to say, and mainly her opinions related to homosexual couples raising children.
I’ve mentioned before that I come from a blended family of a lesbian and heterosexual couple (2 stepmoms and 2 biological parents). I’ve seen firsthand the struggles my mom and her partner of 15 years have gone through because they are denied the same basic rights heterosexual couples receive. Simple things married couples take for granted become obstacles. For example, my mom can never be covered by her partner’s health insurance and visa-versa. The mortgage on their house is only under one of their names because banks will not allow it any other way. I do not even want to think about the ordeal when inheritance tax comes into play.
My family has also undergone it’s fair share of hardships when it comes to bigotry and homophobia. When Maggie Gallagher says she believes “that given how difficult it will be to get good social-science data on what same-sex marriage means for children, it’s best just to assume that it’s bad for them,” my skin crawls. I like to think I’m a good person and a majority of my fine traits come from my parents and upbringing. She says, “My concern is that marriage really matters because children need a mom and a dad, and after gay marriage, I can’t say that anymore. I won’t be allowed to say it. Marriage will not be about that anymore. We will not have an institution dedicated to putting together mothers and fathers and children.” While my sister and I were raised with a father, I don’t see anything wrong with a same-sex couple raising children without an opposite sex person taking on the stereotypical gender-assigned parenting role.
I hope one day Mrs. Gallagher realizes the hurt her words can cause people and families everywhere. She should know that no one chooses to be gay and no one chooses to be raised by a same-sex couples. Just because they are doesn’t make them lesser parents or children either. It’s the quality of the parenting that matters, and not the gender.
Photo source: flickr; Article source: Salon
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In Barbara Walters’ amazing memoir Audition, she has a chapter entitled “The Hardest Chapter to Write”. Consider this “The Hardest Entry to Write”. While I’m not one to speak about my personal life on this blog, I’m going to make an exception for today. You’ve probably noticed I’ve been absent for awhile. Well, aside for laziness, there’s a reason for this, and one I hardly mention to others.
Perhaps I’ve been inspired by other celebrities coming forward like Catherine Zeta-Jones and Demi Lavato. Well, consider this my coming out party — I have bipolar II. It’s something I’ve struggled with since my teenage years along with depression, anxiety, and insomnia. I normally don’t talk about it, and I’m sure some of my “IRL” friends are finding out right now while reading this entry (I’m good at putting on a happy face). I realize I should be more open about my disorder (I hate that word) because the more people talk about these things, the lesser the stigma becomes.
I’ve usually got things under control with a cocktail of prescription drugs, occasional therapy, and checkups with a psychiatrist, but sometimes things don’t go my way, and this is one of those sometimes. My motivation is zip, my concentration is zero, my sleeping schedule is out of whack, and I’m majorly behind on my thesis which is due in April — hence the lack of posts. I’m truly sorry for those who send me questions that I ignore, news that goes unpublished, and attempts at humor being wasted and placed in my ever growing drafts folder of incomplete posts.
The good news is I’m starting to feel better now, and hopefully things will get back to normal soon. In the meantime, take the time to send a friend a cheerful e-card, call your grandparents, and smile and say hello to a random stranger. You never know how happy that can make someone feel.
Hi, friends. How have you been? I sincerely apologize for my long abcense. July is a busy month. I turned a year older, I went to a wedding, I had a BFF visit, I visited my parents, I renewed the lease on my apartment, I took some midterms, I explained the concept of gender queer to some rednecks, etc. I hope my internet retreat didn’t cause a giant empty hole in your life. I would never want to cause you pain.
Fortunately lots of good things happened in the world of sex while I was on a break.
And I’m also still pissed off tumblr stopped letting me queue answers to questions. Hey, buddies, when are your engineers going to get on that?
Yes, I know why and by whom Latter Days was written. While the movie has good intentions, I still think it is a bad movie. Bad acting, bad writing, bad directing, bad music, etc. I know a lot of people do like it, but I am not one of them, and it has nothing to do with the screenwriter’s intentions or past experiences.
I lived in California during Prop 8. I remember proudly voting against it on election day, but sadly, I was in the minority. Like everyone else I knew, I figured we had the veto of Prop 8 in the bag. We lived in a progressive state with legalized medicinal marijuana and where a prescription was easy to get as long as you had about $100 and went to the right doctor. Hell, John McCain only got less than 37% of the vote in the 2008 presidential election. I was shocked when the proposition passed. I didn’t understand how I could live in a community with so much tolerance and acceptance, but 52% of Californians allowed the close-minded and counteractive proposition to pass. I escaped Texas to get away from this madness, and it was disconcerting to know I wasn’t living in the liberal heaven I had envisioned.
And, dear readers, I promise this will be the last post regarding the Mormons (at least until some sex-related news occurs). Like lil-lis, I respect and appreciate your insight, totiebinds, but I don’t want to start a religious debate over here. There are bad apples in every single sect of society. While the LDS might have more than others, it is always important to acknowledge those who think and act progressively. It gives me hope that things are changing for the better and reminds me to not be so quick to judge or assume.
I love you too.
But I think RIck Perry and his presidential ambitions are evilest.
How do I have sex? Google it.

Thanks for the compliments, jenniferwillcut. I understand your sentiments and desire to leave the Lonestar State. I felt the exact same way, and two weeks after getting my BA, I packed my car and set off for California. I lived there for a number of years, but Texas pulled me back. It has that kind of power. I moved here again to start my grad school career and now see it as the best place to observe society’s unwillingness to discuss sex openly.
Anyway, you’ll find once you leave there’s a sense of pride when you refer to yourself as a Texan to out-of-state people. Often they think we’re George Bush loving, gun carrying, horse riding, red state worshipping types. It’s awesome to prove them wrong. As a former Los Angeleno neighbor once said to me, “You’re from Texas? But you’re so normal.”
disgustinghuman, I’ve probably Googled and gone through more images of naked ladies than a horny 13-year-old in the past week for my thesis research. I did do a search for more Anna Sophia shots, but found nothing, so I still don’t know what was airbrushed and what wasn’t.
I did acknowledge in my original post that her vulva could look that way naturally as evident in the link to the other photograph. Even if it didn’t, I would never think of a woman’s vulva as “disgusting.” I’m conducting all this research and looking at porn sites in order to show women there’s nothing wrong their god-given genitalia. I’m trying to find out what parts of the vulva are airbrushed out of photos and how often it’s done. That is why I posted the photo of Anna Sophia.
I constantly get messages from girls comparing their own genitalia to nude models and wondering if theirs look normal. As one plastic surgeon states, “Many women bring us Playboy and say that they want to look like this.” It’s like bringing a photo of a celebrity to a hairdresser and saying you want their haircut. If Anna Sophia’s vulva was airbrushed, then it’s no wonder girls are insecure with their own’s appearance and considering female genital cosmetic surgery.
I know I sound very defensive, but this research is basically why I’m attending graduate school to begin with. I’m very passionate when it comes to the way a woman’s vulva is portrayed in adult entertainment and the insecurities it creates. I’m scared of the growing possibility plastic surgeons have in deciding what the normal vulva looks like. The truth is, there is no normal. It’s sad we have to wonder what’s real and what’s Photoshoped on nude models. If magazines and websites continue to brush out labia, clitorises, urethras, etc., then we are starting to create a normal vulva appearance.
For anyone wishing to learn more about the case of the disappearing labia, please read “The ‘Designer Vagina’ and the pathologisation of female genital diversity: Interventions for change” by Virginia Braun and Leonore Tiefer and ”In the Pink” by Todd Spivak. And of course we can’t forget Heather Leach’s documentary The Perfect Vagina.
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Thank you for the lovely compliments, Anonymous Southern Belle.
I started this blog with the hope it would force me to focus on graduate school and better funnel my research. I’m delighted to say it has, and my readers are my main source of inspiration when it comes to anything I write for school and my thesis research. I actually decided on my topic through the help of readers. Without them, I would never know there’s a problem with the portrayal women’s genitalia in porn.
It’s currently dry, hot, and pollen-filled where I live. Please don’t be too jealous.
I am getting my masters in sociology at the moment. I get to read about tearing down the patriarchy and the rise of socialism like it’s my job. I also have the pleasure(?) of browsing naked lady sites to look at labia (or lack thereof) and call it thesis research.
And despite my internet browsing history, I still manage to make my parents proud.
I’ve loved Raja ever since his America’s Next Top Model days — especially when she dressed up as Tyra and told the girls they were going to Thailand. She’s the reason why I started to watch this season of Drag Race to begin with. However, Manilla immediately stole my heart too, and that is why I am conflicted. Her outfits always make me smile and she makes such a pretty woman.
Carmen Carrera looked better naked than some of America’s next top models. She has one lucky husband.
Anonymous, while I appreciate you asking very politely, I do have 850+ questions from other Anonymouses. I have no idea which one is yours versus the other Anonymous. Therefore, finding out which question to answer is not that simple.
Sorry I sound like a bitch. Blame it on three final papers due in the next 3 weeks — one of which is the basis of my thesis.
Plus, RuPaul’s Drag Race is down to the final 3, and I have yet to decide if I want Raja or Manilla to win. This is a decision I cannot make hastily!
You are right. I guess I put it there because I knew people would ask and wonder if I didn’t mention my own sexuality. While I refuse to answer the “Interested in” question on Facebook because no one introduces themselves as “Hello, my name is XXXXX, and I’m a hetero/homsexual,” I believe it only natural to want to know the sexuality of the very person giving you sex advice and sometimes divulging secrets of her own.
I prefer to call myself sexually experienced and well-educated.
