Anonymous

This article originally appeared on Mamamia

That’s part of the problem, I think. I keep waiting for my sexual partners to figure out how to bring me to orgasm.

Sexuality is fluid. And mine has led me from girl-on-girl action to a man inside me.

I had grown to learn that fighting=love. I was dead wrong.

I spent seventeen years in an abusive relationship. Not only do I the physical scars to prove it, I carefully tote a heavy heap of emotional scars. Humiliation, fear, and shame were poured into my heart for years, by a person that claimed to love me - my mother.

My dad had an explosive anger that he took out on his children. My father abused me and I love him in spite of myself. I don’t want him to die.

What do you do when you have no choice on how you get to work?

In my checkered past, long before I was a member of the PTA, I sometimes worked behind the scenes in X-rated films

I had a rough idea of what I wanted to say to him about porn. The way I parent is to give my children all the information and then let them make decisions for themselves. I feel that if I restrict activities I make them more alluring. That’s why I don’t join my mom friends in banning technology throughout the school week and that’s why I don’t ever ban junk food. Instead I sit the kids down, explain my concerns, and then monitor their use or consumption, making suggestions along the way.

This support my gender-fluid child receives at school means so much to my family, but the ripple effects of what the children will learn will go far.