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My partner and I are starting the process of haveing our first child. We are doing a home insemination with a unknown donor sperm from a bank. She is going to carry the first baby and we are concerned about my name being on the birth certificate. We live in central FL. We understand that FL will not allow us to do a second parent adoption, so what are some other options? We are willing to have the baby in a different state or do whatever we have to, to insure we both are on the birth certificate. PLEASE HELP!!!

Laundry Room:

X---Clean
X---organize shelves
----paint OUT.

Kitchen:

go through pantry/fridge
X---make sure everything is fresh and organized.
X---wipe down interiors before replacing food.

go through cupboards
X---make sure lower cupboards all have child latches or "child safe" items (tupperware, plastics)
X---make sure upper cupboards are "organized"

X---clean off top of fridge.

Dining room:

X---Find new home for kareoke player.

Living Room:

X---Clean off Ent. Center
----put remaining christmas items away
X---wire control

Ok, I guess I get to try this again because my computer just got a hair up his butt and shut down - because he could. And thus I lost everything. So here goes.

We started this whole process in January, the old fashioned way. Found a man (ok, so really, we found two...) who we were both attracated to, who was clean and willing to provide the needed ingredient and leave us alone, and had sex... clean cut and simple... and didn't work. AF showed on Feb 2nd.

I finally have been making decisions for my baby and myself. I was scared of the norm and what was the "right thing to do" but i realized if it's not the usual way of going about things it doesn't mean it's the wrong way.

I made the decision to move out of my horrible hetero relationship. i got a 2 bedroom apt for me and my baby and i plan on being single for a whiiiiiile. i think i owe it to myself and the baby. me rushing things and trying to make relationships work for all the wrong reasons is only going to hurt me and the baby.

I hope that everyone has a wanderful and HAPPY NEW YEAR!!

This was Chloe's first week of preschool. We were both anxious - but tried not to show it.

I sat with her during her first day. I attempted to be inconspicuous - in a quiet corner. But I must say, the little girls in her class loved me. I was definitely the most popular boy in class that first day. One little girl even wiped her booger on my face. Oh yes, she went "there". But I remained calm - furiously searching my pockets for a Wet One - and smiling sweetly at her.

Okay, so I'm noticing a common thread amongst us adults with GLBT parents. We feel it is our responsibility to take care of our parents. I grew up with the assumption that I am responsible for keeping the "bad people" away from my Moms. I had to make sure word didn't get to the "wrong people" that my Moms were gay.

In adulthood, we feel we have to help our parents deal with the adversity of being GLBT. It's our job to make sure our parents don't suffer because of who they are. It's our job to fight for gay rights and march in parades and speak out about gay families.

Mark and I are working together again. We started over a decade ago, using a spare bedroom in our San Francisco home, chatting with strangers on an old Mac, using software developed at a daily pace.

Gay.com's success was the result of a perfect storm of synchronicity. We bought the "gay.com" URL/domain in 1994, not knowing how we'd use it - although we assumed we'd develop some kind of business online. We always talked about being business partners, and the Web was just beginning to grow in the SF Bay Area.

Yup, I have some rainbow in me. I was raised by my Lesbian Mom and her partner and I am so grateful for that experience! There are many benefits of being raised in the GLBT community. There are some drawbacks too. All in all, my childhood taught be about honesty, open-mindedness and love.

I have great pride for my Mom, who divorced my Dad when I was very young. She knew she couldn't pretend to be something she wasn't and I admire her for leaving my brother's behind as she raised me. I can imagine it wasn't an easy decision.