Awful: Homosexuality ‘not in your DNA,’ says LDS leader

Hafen spent a large portion of his talk, held during a Sunday-like service, criticizing the gay-rights movement and denying a biological link to sexual orientation. Same-sex attraction is “not in your DNA,” he said.He attacked the APA’s decision to remove homosexuality from its list of mental disorders, deeming it politically motivated.”In the early 1970s, the public and most lawyers, doctors and therapists saw homosexuality not as normal adult behavior but as a psychological disorder,” he said. “We have witnessed primarily an aggressive political movement more than we’ve witnessed substantive change in the medical or legal evidence.”

via Homosexuality ‘not in your DNA,’ says LDS leader – Salt Lake Tribune.

Awesome: Congregation stands up for same-sex marriage – Bangor Daily News

I, for one, from my faith perspective believe that marriage is a religious covenant for a couple, regardless of gender, who make a sacred promise to love and cherish each other. It is also a civil promise, which carries both responsibilities and protections. In Maine alone, there are more than 400 protections that accrue to a married couple that single folks (even those in domestic partnerships) don’t have.

Marriage is a sacred institution; it is an important ceremony performed within the confines of a place of worship. The new Maine law says that if a faith institution chooses not to see marriage with that same perspective, they do not have to perform that wedding. But I am proud to say that in my Maine congregation, we will be marrying same-gendered couples as soon as we are legally able to do so. Let me say that will bring me great joy.

via Congregation stands up for same-sex marriage

A Parenting Moment: Conversations on Anatomy and Gender

My wife and I strongly believe in open communication with our daughter about sexuality and over the years we’ve had many opportunities to do sex education at home.

Just the other day, the Spawn asked Mrs. Kyle to explain exactly where the baby was going to exit her body. We’ve been talking about the whole process of pregnancy and childbirth since the Spawn became aware of her mama’s pregnancy. Mrs. Kyle grabbed a pen and paper and did a quick line drawing of the vagina and neighboring external features and explained where the baby would come out vs. where pee and poop came out. The Spawn listened and asked a couple of clarifying questions and then, “What about the bump? the one near the top? What’s that called?”

Mrs. Kyle went back over the drawing trying to ascertain which bump she was referring to. The Spawn volunteered to try her hand at drawing. The result was two concentric half circles with a triangular point near the upper part of the drawing — a sideways view of the labia and clit, rather well rendered.

“That’s your clitoris,” Mrs. Kyle explained. The Spawn nodded and repeated the name.

Mrs. Kyle, sensing a teachable moment, asked a follow-on question, “Do you ever touch yours?” The Spawn nodded in the affirmative. “Does it feel good?”

The Spawn responded with a big, smuggish grin, “It feels good and it’s very stretchy.” I exchanged raised eyebrow looks with Mrs. Kyle when she said ’stretchy.’

My wife continued, “Yes, it does feel good. It’s perfectly alright to touch it and feel good, but it’s something to do in private, do you understand?”

“Yes, I like to do it in my room sometimes.” The Spawn still sported a smile that spoke volumes about the number of times she had experimented, and the success of those explorations.

“Exactly. It’s something we do in private, that’s absolutely right.”

And with that conversation turned to something much more mundane, like getting computer time and cleaning her room. I was proud, once again, at the way my wife and I handled such conversations: matter of fact, informative, responsive to the child’s actual questions.

I had another teaching opportunity in June during our local Pride celebration. Two of the groups represented in the parade and at the park were trans-oriented: the New Boyz Club and the Gender Alliance. The Spawn and I were traversing the park, booth to booth, and she pointed to the New Boyz Club sign and asked what it meant, “What are ‘New Boyz,’ Mommy?”

I explained to her that sometimes people are born with bodies that don’t feel right to them. “For example, some people born with girl bodies feel like they should have been born with a boy body.” At this point she looked sharply up at me, “There are ways to change your body to be more like the one you wanted to be born with.”

I started to say something more about people getting surgeries to change their bodies, but at that point I’d lost her. Now she was moving on to the next booth, which featured lots of rainbow items. It may be that I’d gotten too explicit or that she wasn’t interested anymore. I’ve been slipping in information on gender, gender queerness, anything related whenever I can. These discussions often start with some observation she makes about me — my facial hair, my boyish haircuts, the way I dress. Little by little the information is accumulating and at some point, I hope we’ll be able to talk more about it.

I guess we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it, and, whenever that is, I’m confident that we’ll have a great conversation.

They’d Never Believe Me Anyway

I don’t know if it’s this way at your house, but with two pre-teen girls, dinner table discussions at our house more frequently than not involve reproductive organs, sexuality and (these days) marriage equality discussions.

Take for example, this interaction between myself and my eleven year old:

A: Me and Friend X and Friend Y were wondering about how lesbians have sex.

Me: Do you mean since neither person has a penis?

A: Yeah.

Me: Well, there are lots of ways to be intimate that don’t involve a penis. They could use their hands and fingers. They could use their mouths…

A: You mean they kiss?

Me: Well, that and they use their mouths on one another’s vagina or breasts and other parts of the body that feel good when they’re touched.

A: Oh…(takes a few minutes to ponder).  How about gay men?

Me: Well, the same thing.  They can use their hands and mouths and anus.

A: What’s an anus?

Me: Their butts.

A: Oh.  (Another quiet moment.)

Me (imagining the phone calls I would get the next day):  You know how we’ve talked about that parents usually like to be the ones to teach their children about sex? This is probably one of those things that you should tell Friend X and Friend Y to talk to their parents about rather than explaining it yourself.

A: Yeah, good idea. They would never believe me anyway.

–Submitted by D.

Am I Gay?

My kids are taught that you can’t control who you love.  Some boys love boys, some girls love girls.  It’s just a fact of life.

When my son was eight he came to me and asked, “Mommy, am I gay?”

“I don’t know Zach,” I replied, “Do you want to kiss boys?”

“No,” he said, smiling.

“Do you want to kiss girls?” I asked.

He thought about it and said, “No.”

“It’s too soon to tell,” I told him.

Zach’s uncle is gay and being gay is no big deal in our house.  I really think that’s the way it should be in everyone’s house.

The earlier you teach your children tolerance and acceptance the easier it will be for them to accept all people regardless of race, religion or sexual orientation.  Best thing about it is that Zach knows, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that if he does end up being gay we will love him just as much as we always did.  Think about that for a minute… think about how many teens commit suicide because they’re too scared to be gay alone or to come out and be rejected.  Regardless of how you feel about homosexuals, be it for religious or other reasons, there is always a chance that your child could be one (or your niece/nephew/cousin/aunt/uncle/etc).  Would you love your child less? Would it change who they are? I pray not.

Today is Harvey Milk’s birthday.  Until the movie I had never heard of Harvey Milk.  I’m proud of what he did.  I’m proud to say that, regardless of who you love, my family will judge you on the content of your character… not your orientation.

–Submitted by Dawn Tulman, ToiBocks.com