I'm 36 years old, and my mother is a lesbian. She wasn't always one-at least not for the 18 years she was married to my abusive, neglectful, alcoholic father, but when she finally had the strength to kick him to the curb, she found herself in love with the one person she had been able to confide in during the bad times: her best friend, who just happened to be a woman.
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**Before you start saying she was munching muff long before my dad was gone, save it. I know my mother, and I know my life. Trust me when I tell you she wasn't.**
I was 17 at the time, so I can't really claim to have been raised by a lesbian. Sure, the ideals I formed from that point forward certainly influenced who I am today, but it isn't my (or my generation's) tolerance that is going to make the difference in society's opinions on homosexuality.
My children, though, and even more likely their children, are changing the world we live in. So many of my high schoolers' friends are gay, bi, or whatever. They don't care. They don't judge beyond who each person is in their hearts. And that's because of parents like me and my husband, and because of grandparents like my mother and her partner.
By the way, the homosexuality = promiscuity theory holds absolutely zero water in the harsh light of reality. My mother is STILL with the same woman she fell in love with 19 years ago. And, they are raising her partner's grandchildren, because CPS decided they (yes, the lesbians) offer a better environment than the children's parents do. How's that grab ya?!
P.S. I'm not in any way fooling myself into thinking my little revelation here will change anybody's opinion. I don't care. Just don't let my 16 year old, 6ft. 2" 270lb. NFL dream overhear you talking shit about his adored grandmother-he's likely to kill you. :)