So, if you missed it, Mary Cheney gave birth to a boy, Samuel David. Congrats to her and her partner, Heather Poe. Hell, congrats even to Grandpa Satan, who almost looks human in that AP photo with the sprog. A new baby is a yay.
Now how about giving his other mother some fucking legal rights? In the state where they live, Heather Poe cannot be married to her partner of over fifteen years and her baby’s biological mother. She cannot legally adopt the child she planned for, waited for, and is now parenting with her partner of over fifteen years. If she and Mary ever break up, she’s completely screwed, legally. (I assume that Mary’s will names Heather the legal guardian if she should pass away, although I also wouldn’t necessarily hold my breath that that would go uncontested.)
Remind me again how Samuel’s better off only having one parent on paper, when in reality, he’s lucky enough to have two loving ones? How he’s better off having no legal assurance that one of his parents will always be around? How it is that only a few hundred miles from D.C., my friends Shannon and Kim got married, and then Kim got pregnant, and now they have a beautiful boy whom Shannon does not have to legally adopt, because the Ontario Superior Court of Justice recently ordered that lesbians be allowed to put both names on the birth certificate — you know, just like THE PARENTS THEY ARE? And yet, Samuel Cheney has to grow up in a place that refuses to recognize his mother as his mother?
Remind me again how it can be like this in an ostensibly civilized country in the 21st century?
Oh, and remind me again how civil unions are an adequate compromise?
Welcome to a world that hates your moms, little Sam. At least it likes your grandpa. He’s a hell of a guy.