Being a Queer Parent is Terrifying Right Now

On trying to get one tiny child through a culture war unscathed.

“Rainbow umbrella” is a cheesy photo choice, but the other result for “protection” was “barbed wire prison camp,” which sends a less-than-nurturing message. Photo by Jason Blackeye on Unsplash

I’ve run out of things to say about myself during therapy. This is not to say I don’t still need it. I now spend my sessions talking about one and only one thing: My kid, who is preparing to enter kindergarten. Specifically, I talk about my fear that I have fucked up my kid’s life…