Lesbian Dad

Some/thing old

[First in a series for Robin Reagler’s Freedom to Marry Week blog carnival, Some/thing oops! What About Love] You want old? Old was what my dad was when, over a dozen years after we’d held a weepy-exuberant commitment ceremony in a botanical garden across the bay, my beloved and I

Addendum*

Musical accompaniment courtesy Mr. Louis Armstrong. Okay so the “so sweet, so cold, so fair” part is a bit of an exaggeration.  I mean, they’re clammy, yes, but not cold. Certainly not in the sense implied.  I do feel a bit like an infirmary worker, I will say that much.

Luck of the draw*

“Three spaces” might be an underestimation. Meanwhile, in unrelated news: Last 24 hrs for a Lezzie Nomination.  Nominations close up 11pm EDT, Monday, Feb 9. Just a friendly reminder.  Wink wink nudge nudge say no more say no more. (YouTube support for those who just went, “Huh?” after all those

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