On November 15, Montgomery County, TX (an adjacent county to me, just a mile or two across the creek from where I live) held an Adoption Day with the coordination of county Child Protective Service officials, and the County Commissioners’ Court, which made a proclamation. The proclamation included support for adoption regardless of sexual orientation or gender identity. The rednecks up the road, as you might suspect, are outraged. They’re particularly upset, it seems about allowing gender identity into the proclamation.
The author of the proclamation, who did a copy-and-paste from somewhere else, made a tearful apology online, apologizing to the good people of MoCo for actually allowing that awful LGBT agenda to slip into the proclamation.
She apologized. For actually doing something progressive, by accident. Think about that for a minute.
I hear folks from time to time–mostly gay men, mostly white, mostly well-off ones–who think that now “Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell” is repealed, and same-sex marriage is the law of the land, we’ve got this equality problem whipped. We don’t, and here’s a perfect example.
My family is not interested in adopting; my girls are grown, and we’ve got other things going on in our life; our energy is focused elsewhere. But we wouldn’t be bad parents because there’s a transperson in the house! Indeed, a kid who is dealing with gender-identity or sexuality questions would be a great fit for us. There are a few agencies out there that wouldn’t immediately throw us out the door, even. But the broad base of public opinion, just a mile or two from our home, is that we are automatically unfit, merely by me being transgender.
We’ve got a long, rough road to travel yet.