How I made peace with the fact that I will never make my father happy

Realizing that I will never make my father happy was a very momentous revelation. And while I'm sure you're all very happy for me, I couldn't objectively understand the pressing urge to write my story. And yet, it wouldn't stop. I needed to get this realization out there.

And then I finally understood why…

What Love Is: My review of Carrie Jenkins' book (+bonus story about mutual fangirling!)

I've mentioned it several times here, but I finally need to write my official review of Carrie Jenkins' What Is Love: And What Could It Be. I started reading the book in March and immediately adored it… not because I agreed with everything, but because it's so interesting to watch someone apply their super analytic, logic-based brain skills (the author's background is in the philosophy of MATH, for fuck's sake) to something as squishy like love and relationship structures.

I want my son to understand that he can wear, do, or play with anything he wants

I have a four-year-old son, and his father is very "that's for boys and this is for girls," and "you can't wear/do/play with that because you're a BOY."

My hope is that this beautiful community of families can help me by suggesting books, movies, or other resources that might help us get the point across to our son. I have looked high and low and I've nabbed the materials that I feel express my feelings, but I want as many tools as I can to help my son understand that he can wear, do, or play with anything he wants.