Trans Tots: Is It Time for Moms to Start Speaking Up for These Kids?


I am a concerned mom of a three and a five-year-old and I am writing this in an effort to find other people, maybe other moms, who have the same concerns I do but, like I have been, are afraid to say anything.  That is unless you count blogging anonymously…then I’m brave as hell, because I am just a wee-bit obsessed with this subject in the same way I’m obsessed with crop circles.

As I’ve written before, my concern started when my oldest was almost three and I came across a blog of a woman who was raising her son as a girl from the time he was about my daughter’s age.

My daughter.

Almost three.

Brunette but thought she was blonde (At 5.5, still does).

Insisted she would grow up to be a daddy (still does).

Determined she could choose to be a bird and fly (still is).

Thought Elmo was actually calling on the phone via the Elmo app (Still does).

Believes in Santa, the Easter Bunny and the Tooth Fairy (Still does).

All of the above interpreted by me through a head-tilting, squinty-eyed,  half flat-out guessing 9590644061_2ae87477f6game of toddler charades.

These are the thoughts running through my head as I’m reading a blog of a woman raising her boy, the same age as my daughter, as a girl.

Is my child a dumb ass?

No way could my three-year-old have communicated a desire in an articulate or informed enough manner that she could have ever convinced me that I must raise her as the male gender she felt she was actually born.  NEVER.

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Hey Lady! Your Willy is Showing


As a woman, it’s hard for me to watch groups of transgender women protesting in the streets demanding men who identify as women be able to use the bathroom of their choice while calling the very women who they say they identify with bigots for being scared of this broad entry (pun intended).

That’s something a man would do.

Watching this unfold, my question is now, “exactly which parts of being a woman do you identify with?”  Because it doesn’t seem to be the don’t make eye contact with strange men, don’t walk to your car alone and scream if a man walks into the bathroom part of a woman.

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Stop Helping the Creepers, Please


About fifteen years ago, when I was much younger, early-twenties I would guess,  I went to the movies with a few of my girlfriends.  The theater was primarily empty except there were a few groups in front of us and a couple behind us.  We were sitting on the right side of our row which was otherwise empty

The lights dimmed, the little popcorn box danced across the screen telling us to be quiet (I don’t even think silencing your phone was a thing, then)  and the trailers at the beginning of the movie started.  I was enthralled in the screen when I noticed a man in my peripheral.  He walked in the theater, still primarily empty, all the way down to our row where he stopped, turned right and began walking all the way down our row where he eventually sat, right next to me.  Not two seats away from me.  Not one seat away from me.  Right next to me. Continue reading “Stop Helping the Creepers, Please”

Why Are We Saying Nothing?

Why Are We Acting Like This Is Normal?  Especially, When You Know the Facts.

5685698927_a5cb246308Did you ever stop to think, “What kind of parent would allow their little girl to use a locker room filled with boys?”

Have you wondered, “why are we not questioning these parents?”

I have to admit something that might actually make me one of the most qualified people out there to comment on this subject.  For a short time, I was obsessed with a mom’s blog who was raising her son as a girl…from the time he was two.  I was not obsessed in a good way, more of a ’bout to call the cops’ way.

I had a two almost 3-year-old at the time.  My daughter had done every single thing that 13569290024_82c491fccbthis mom had listed as reasons her son was a girl – only reversed.  My daughter would say she wanted to be a boy when she grew up.  She wouldn’t play with dolls, only blocks.  She only wanted to pee in our side yard “like a boy.” She didn’t like pink or purple, only blue.  She would talk about how she wanted to grow up to be a daddy.  All, mind you, in the voice of a 2.75-year-old, not very clear.  We thought it was adorable and hilarious and, as such, unknowingly, made the (I guess) controversial choice to continue raising her as a girl.

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