2seaoat wrote:Forget about sexual orientation, and tell me about if you were curious about who came before you.....parents....grandparents, and did you have your questions answered? I think we all want to know more about who were the people so many years ago who were responsible for us coming into this world. It really is not about sexual preference, but the reality there will be more children who will be cut off from their heritage. My father died when I was 10, and only now am I connecting with some of my cousins from his side. I do not know if you had curiosity, but I sure did, and that young girl asking questions desperately wanted to know about her father. As we transition into new realities, I hope that children can keep in touch with their heritage.
You know oat, I have shared certain things about myself here and to only have them later used against me. I'll tell you how strong I am as a person by trying to give you insight from the perspective of someone who was adopted. Not because I enjoy giving you what you ask for, but because I am a honest person.
I just jumped in the pool to cool off so get ready.
I was raised by heterosexuals. A very good providing father who worked hard. wasn't rich. We were by all standards very poor. He married my mother who had already 5 children. It was his first marriage after getting out of prison for selling guns to cuba. She had been married before. Just a little info to set you into the mood.
He couldn't have children of his own
He is a great man. So smart and you wouldn't believe the people he knows and has known. He has the heart of a lion. And there are many secrets I can not tell you about my adoptive father. Joanie has met him btw His name is Carlos.
I'm proud of him. He IS my dad. But he is also my uncle by marriage.
See, I didn't know that until his mother died.
Let me back up.
I only found out I was adopted because a aunt told me out of anger one day.
Then at the age of 16 I went in search. I was not impressed by much of what I found.
Heres what I found.
I found that my real donors to my life were two things.
one, my blood mother was a very ill woman by the time I met her. She didn't speak much.
My blood father however was still married to her and let me tell you about his life.
He was a soldier who got my blood mother pregnant and he as married to another woman at the time. He got her pregnant and never knew it because he was over seas at war. So she gave me away to his half brother.
My blood father was very upset about it and when he came back to the states he was distraught. And dedicated his life to working at a shelter for adoptive children in GA for over 20 years.
My blood father was a highly decorated person in the military. he tried to impress me with all his medals and letters from the president.
My blood mother was direct descendant from crow indian nation. her brother showed me some pics when I made the journey to seek them out.
and let me tell you. as fast as I made the journey to seek them out in trying to know where I came from is not as fast as I tried to get the hell out of their life.
I wish I was never told about being adopted. It made my sisters very upset and is always a source of a feeling of not really belonging for me.
so lets go to your next fear. the source of not really ever belonging when you don't know where you came from.
which is what you appear to say when you speak about gay peoples children.
I understand that. I also understand now as a adult that if you truly believe in diversity as you say you do, it doesn't matter where you came from. It only matters where you are going.
you can not possibly think that heritage is important unless you are a bigot.
Who you are NOW is whats important.
not where you came from.
Gay people can raise children with love just like anyone else. And im sure it comes with no more baggage than a hetero relationship.
And as far as me and where I came from. I came from loving parents who just happened to be one of them was a gangster and the other a saint.
Maybe that makes me complex. but then again, maybe that makes me the real deal diverse person.
form your own opinion... but life happens. And all people have secrets.
If I was you, I wouldn't worry about children not knowing where they came from. You should worry more about where they think they are going.