My heart sings, then cries

by dixie

Wandering aross the blogosphere this dreary, rainy California morning, I found two gems of news that I couldn’t read without passing on to y’all.

California had a Special Election yesterday. I did not vote (shame on me!) but the outcome appeared to be favo(u)rable anyway (though the measure I cared the most about was voted down by the slimmest margin of any of them — let that be a message to me). My beloved crazy leftists are screaming that this spells doom for Arnold, but I doubt it’s anything more than a little embarrassing. The Republicans in Washington are having a much harder time of it than Arnie. Either way, it cheered me up this morning.

Then I read this. Ever since I knew it was an issue, I have been supportive of allowing homosexual couples to adopt children. Obviously, they would go through the same procedures (lots of paperwork and some proving of worthiness) as straight couples. I know at least one person who reads this blog who believes that gay couples shouldn’t be allowed to adopt because it’s not possible for a child to be properly brought up by two men (for example). In response, I offer this story and follow it up with a pointed question about the role of sexuality (or, as I would argue, the lack thereof) in a family’s ability to care and provide for a child.