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My Rainbow Connection

My Rainbow Connection

I went to a Montessori school for kindergarten and we had a graduation ceremony. I don’t remember it, but my mom cries about it when she tells me the story of how they played The Rainbow Connection and let a couple hundred multi-colored balloons go flying. It has always been one of my favorite songs, I can sing all of the words, and they are very special to my heart.

The song has nothing to do with the LGBT movement, I know. I have always had an extremely soft spot when it comes to homosexual persecution. Even from the time that I was very young, the word gay made me cringe…well unless I was listening to the theme song from The Flintstones. Maybe it is because I feel like it is such a direct attack on love. For love to be deemed a bad thing, in any situation, just breaks my heart. The world needs more love in it, not less.

My father has been in the floral industry since I was a little girl. There was never a time in my life when meeting a flamboyant gay man with a very high voice, or a lesbian woman who dressed like a man shocked me. My father is one of the very few male floral designers that I know who is not gay. When I found out in my twenties, how many friends my stepmother had lost to AIDS in the eighties, it was like a knife in the gut…so anyways, yes, I grew up with without being taught that bias.

If you are still on the fence and you question whether or not people are “born-gay” consider this; my husband and I would have been awesome parents to a homosexual child. We are completely one hundred percent open to whatever sexuality our children happen to adopt. Our boy girl twins were raised exactly the same. They were offered all of the same toys, and watched the same cartoons. In addition to that, they were never in daycare or preschool or subjected to any other adults or children who would have encouraged my son to behave in a more manly way or my daughter in a girlier one.

In the end, my son turned out to be one hundred percent boy. He wants nothing to do with anything that could be considered in the slightest way girly, and he already talks about getting married and having a family. His twin likes girly things just as much as she likes boyish ones and she already has a crush on Harry Potter (Shh…) My youngest daughter is the pink fluffy one…I don’t even know how that happened. The point is; no influence that my husband or I had on them made them any certain way. I can’t stand anything pink or fluffy or girly, but if I discriminated against people who did like those things my daughter would still grow up to love them. People just are who they are.

We can control certain aspects of how our children develop into adults, but at the root we cannot, nor should we wish to, change the fundamental parts of who they are. Who you fall in love with, that’s a huge fundamental. I personally believe that there are even individuals out there that may never consider themselves gay a day in their life, until they happen to meet a person of a like gender and fall in love with them. It really does happen, and it really doesn’t mean that people need to be labeled as bisexual. If you think about it, that’s pretty strong love if it makes someone consider living a lifestyle that is entirely different than whet they had planned on.

I am overwhelmingly happy about the positive changes that I am seeing in America in regards to the treatment of the LGBT community. We have made leaps and bounds over the past several years and it is awesome. There is so much work to be done in foreign countries however. It brings tears to my eyes when I think of how some people are being persecuted. Seeking out and murdering suspected homosexual people has become the modern witch-hunt in countries all over the world, and it is appalling. I feel that we all have the responsibility to reach out and try to change what these innocent people are suffering…

If you are interested in a beautiful story that helps to make children more comfortable with same sex couples without going into sex at all, here is the link to a book that we love in our house. It is called King and King and we have been reading it to our kids since they were babies:


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I was home with my kids when they were babies and I had her show on a lot. Then at one point I remember her and her friend going into a Walmart and just cracking up over the fact that they were so frigging isolated by their current wealth that they didn’t understand how things worked there. Like the way that the plastic hangers operated or something…

I remember being absolutely disgusted at their behavior. Not only that someone who presents her life story as having grown up in poverty would turn around and make fun of the fact that she doesn’t understand how people who are not as well off as her would live, but additionally to think that her audience is so much less intelligent than she is that not one of us would be offended by her behavior.

Well I was, and I haven’t watched a thing that woman has put out in the past ten years.

I do think she is a brilliant actress though, even so, I couldn’t watch …