When toddlers attack

Thursday, June 27, 2013

Sing Out, Olivia! (or how we became stage dads) (con videos en español)

Wow, what a day. 

Ted Olson kissed Olivia (Adrian was too slow with the camera, damnit).  I went on TV, unknowingly with "Earth's Best Tender Chicken and Stars" dribbling down my shoulder, had two margaritas and a capirinha, we met friends, we laughed, we cried (okay, we didn't really cry) and celebrated with more than a thousand delightful, friendly people.  For one warm evening, the divisions and imaginary walls of a city and community dissolved and people in a crowd cheered, whooped and shouted. 

And us?  Well, we over-exposed ourselves. See, no one can resist two hot dads... I mean, two adorable babies.

We were up at 5:00 am to prepare the kitchen for an interview with Telemundo network, one of the two powerhouse Spanish language networks in the U.S.  I did it because the producer is a friend of mine; we're in the midst of our remodel, my mom is sleeping on the sofa because her room is open to the back yard, and frankly, we're living in squalor.  But click here for the piece (en español).

Once we got to West Hollywood, pre-5:30 rally, TV crews made a beeline to the adorable twins in the red dresses.

We were quoted on Reuters, which consequently went everywhere
We were an "editors' pick." -----------------------> 

We were one of the examples of "the week's best photojournalism."

We were on Fox LA, with the aforementioned baby food dripping like a turd from above down my shoulder (I'm also embarrassed it looked like I was doing all the talking):

 Oh, but wait, there´s more.  We also met up with

We stopped before we were cited for violating child labor laws.

Wednesday, June 26, 2013

¡Viva California!

Ever been pooped on by a bear?
Wow.  So, like, I just woke up from this bad dream where California let us marry, but then changed its mind, let us stay married but that we were now on an island ghetto of 18,000 married same-sex couples and that no one else could join us there (think Fire Island but everyone goes to bed at 10:00 pm).  Oh...oh... and that the federal government didn´t recognize us and forced us to pay thousands of dollars to an attorney so Adrian could stay in the country.

Weird, huh?

My blog post about our morning just went up on The Next Family.

The Supreme Court Ruling: DOMA

Oh yeah, and I was on the local ABC station yesterday.  Telemundo network interviewed us this morning and Univision is talking to us this afternoon.  It's hard being famous.

Monday, June 24, 2013

In case you're confused...

We were thinking maybe yesterday.  Then maybe today.  Maybe it's tomorrow. 

This is the last week of the Supreme Court's current term.  The justices normally recess in July.  That means that, barring an unusual extension into July, this week is the Court's last to issue a ruling on the fate of California's Proposition 8, in which glassy eyed voters passed by two percent a referendum limiting marriages to between one man and one woman, and DOMA, wherein Congress in 1996 decided the federal government wouldn't recognize marriages of same-sex couples even in states where they were legal.  Even though they weren't legal in any state until 2004 and the federal government had always been content to leave family law up to the states.

Lambda Legal has prepared this succinct cheat-sheet to help you understand how the court may decide tomorrow.  Or... not.

Wednesday, June 19, 2013

The Arsenal is Empty

The U.S. Supreme Court could issue its rulings tomorrow (or maybe Monday or Thursday of next week, or maybe... later) on California's Proposition 8 -- wherein gay-obsessed haters convinced California voters to barely pass a measure taking away the right to marry from same-sex couples -- and the ironically named federal Defense of Marriage Act, which says that the federal government won't recognize marriages of same sex couples, even if they're legal in their home states.  That caused major headaches for me and Adrián, and even worse for Mark and Fred of Our Simple Lives, who like many of the estimated 36,000 bi-national couples living in the United States came close to emigrating to a country where their family would be recognized.

If you've followed the evolution of the arguments of opponents of marriage equality, you'll notice a narrowing of their messaging over the five years since Prop 8 passed.  Gone are the days when fevered fundamentalists tried to convince us all that if boys marry boys, well, boys marrying banana slugs can't be far off.  About all that seems left to them is that somewhere, somehow, Bobby and Tommy getting married will make little children cry.  And that doesn't seem to be gaining them much traction these days.

This post went up today on Huffington Post and The Next Family:

Sometimes the question pounces from the most unexpected directions.

I was sitting in our daughters’ playpen, reading “The Very Hungry Caterpillar” for the third time that day.  That’s when our nanny sprung it on me: “Are you the father and Adrián is the mother?” she asked.  She’d worked for us for nearly a year and should have known better, but then again, we’re her first exposure to a same-sex headed family.  While I couldn’t help laughing a little, I patiently explained that, no, our twin daughters had two daddies but that we both do “mommy” things, too:  things like changing diapers, making sure they don’t starve, wiping tears, and, you know, generally acting as if we love them.   
 Read more here:  Huffington Post and The Next Family!

Wednesday, June 12, 2013

Media whores/Prostituyéndonos por una causa

Videos en español abajo

So I'm without a job.  I was laid off at the beginning of March.

For the past seven years, I've worked in PR for non-profit organizations, pimping others to the media.  But now that I'm a "consultant," I'm in business for myself, baby. 

The reporters keep calling, so what can I do?  Now, if I can just get paid for doing it...

Last week, we spoke to RAI, Italian national television, about how American society has changed socially since the days of "Three's Company."  We went to the Santa Monica Pier, where part of the opening credits were shot.  I the crew that even when I was growing up, there were gay couples in our neighborhood, and the show's premise to the contrary, even then male and female roommates sharing a hip Marina apartment wouldn't have raised many eyebrows, at least in L.A.  What I didn't say was that even when I was growing up I hated that show.

This is on Huffington Post and The Next Family today:

Jason Howe                                      

A Family Like Any Other -- Sort Of

Two toddlers anxious to hop in their parents' bed. Two parents trying not to start the day any earlier than necessary. It's a struggle repeated every day across the country, except that the two parents in question are both men, the babies born via an egg donor and surrogate mother.

Last month, I cajoled Adrián to go mano a mano with the homophobes in a debate on MundoFox, since I was too much of a coward to do it in Spanish (he did brilliantly, though he ignored my suggestions to brush his hair or wear a jacket.. he still looked better than the competition):

"¿Verdad o Mentira?" - Mayo 8 de 2013

Now I know why our CDs that Adrián takes to his office are never seen again...

And in March, we spoke with local ABC station KABC reacting to a statement by the American Academy of Pediatrics in support of marriage for gay couples because it´s good for their kids (duh):

We didn't like that story much, because they gave greater weight to the loony right-wing organization that broke off from the AAP because they wanted to do things like beat their children and issue falsehoods about gay parents (only a partial exaggeration; see here: http://www.acpeds.org/wp-content/uploads/Response-to-report-on-physi-punishment.pdf)

But a week or two later, we spoke to Univision 34, which did a much better job (link here: español):

Meanwhile, we wait along with everyone else for this month's expected ruling from the Supremes on Proposition 8 and DOMA. Stay tuned.  And let me know if you hear of any job openings.