Well, life will be slowing down a little this summer (or at least for a month or so) for me as far as work is concerned. I have to get prepared for new courses and I may be lead instructor on one or two courses (*insert Snoopy dance here hoping it will happen*). I’m still working out with HR what the email out to my colleagues should be. And while it’s been fun to be bachelor for the last couple of weeks, I’m really looking forward to having K back this week. It’s been awfully quiet and lonely without her. She is definitely my everything. While I sometimes let work get me to busy, there are times when I get lost looking into her eyes.
And it’s interesting. If someone had told me years ago that this was my path and I would be so happy, I wouldn’t have believed them. Granted, lately, I’ve let myself get into a rut of not doing a lot (creatively I’ve been drained of late which is why I’m not posting as much) but I know that’s cyclical and I’ll probably end up in a creative streak later. I still have to work on my bio-novel from last year. Plus start a new blog. Tomorrow I’m going to go to start the actual legal process of changing my name. I’ve been living with both names for a while now. It’s one of the things I still have yet to officially address.
The only other thing would be the official gender. After some research, I realized I can do it but would have to have at least one surgery done. This means for a long time I will be open to what society forces on me to reveal about myself. Things like travel mean that I have to let others know about how I was born and that who I am in relation to that is different. Some parts of society chooses to ignore this but there are larger segments that do not and can be violent about it. I won’t lie. It does worry me insofar as my life in general but more in regards to what the future holds. K and I have talked about kids in the future. I dream of the day when I’m there for my kids; playing, teaching, laughing, crying. But I do worry about how society might interfere with our lives. Some places don’t allow for same-sex adoptive parents (technically, I would fall under that). Thankfully, California and Canada both do that so if K and I lived in either I could legally be “daddy”. But what of the other states? Why do I have to fit into the single notion of what family is and what a guy is?
I earn an honest living; I support my family and will support it when we have kids; I pay my taxes; obey the law; I’m part of my community (when in town and when I can). I cannot imagine what others go through to feel so much hate against others that they deny basic rights to those that don’t fit into their picture of what a person is or what a family should look like. Why can I not just able to enjoy life like anyone else? I will say that I am grateful for the life I do have and tonight will think of those whose families aren’t together at all.