Lesbian Dad

Papadaddy

Love the t-shirts, even love the font on the t-shirts.  Their son is adorable, and had the best deadpan stare at the camera, from beneath a very fabulous hat. But, since I err on the conservative side w/ kid images (other than me own), the little cutie will have to

I heart Pride

The lil’ monkey moons at her downstairs cousin, who is demonstrating some primo Pride pride. Flip-side of his sign? “I was a witness when my Grandmas got married.”  Which he was. In 2004 and 2008.  He rollerbladed all the way up Market Street, complete with a rainbow flag superhero cape.

Weekend bonus shot, 06.28.09

En route to Pride, Berkeley, CA. We walked as a family to our nearest BART subway station: the girlie, the boychild, the beloved, her brother, and his two kids. Came back with our across-the-street lesbo family chums, about six hours,  several hot city miles, 5 ounces of sun screen, a

Fairy wings

There is no way to gently ease into a sentence like this so I will merely plunge in and say that early Wednesday morning last week, I heard the news that a dear, old friend had suddenly, unexpectedly, died.  No warning; no cause of death found; simply the fact of

A Baba’s Day pictorial

Herewith, this year’s Baba’s Day — not all of it, but much of its highlights — in 20 (!) pictures. With a few explanatory/riffy captions beneath each one. [For posterity, I should note that a coupla years back I made a Baba’s Day proclamation, which holds true for this year

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