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Happy Father's Pride!

Here's to my life partner, DNA smasher, and co-parent Justin, who does more than his fair share in creating and caring for our family and supporting us in all of our educational, vocational, and creative pursuits. Justin is a real man, and by that I mean that he is more than a paycheck robot or a list of defensively guarded gender stereotypes. He is a lover, a friend, a nurturer, a mentor, a role model, and an advocate. He is a strong presence and a vulnerable companion for many people in his life, and especially for the little one he and I brought into the world together. He's magical, he's mythical, and ironically, that is because he fully embraces all of the realities of being a human.


Justin embodies the most "traditional" and heteronormative definitions of fatherhood in our dominant culture--he is in a heterosexual marriage, raising his biological child--and, maybe because of that, and because of his strength of character and confident personality, he feels no overwhelming pressure to conform to social gender roles. He understands the inherent value of an emotionally connected father and of a man's power to transform lives just by being himself and caring for others in all the ways that come naturally to him.

Like I expressed last year, Justin is one of those fathers who give me hope for A World Without Daddy Issues.

Happy Pride weekend! Happy Father's Day!

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