I leave for Oakland tomorrow to meet my partners in crime, Amie & Jared. Yes, we’ve talked on the phone and had Skype conversations, but this time they’ll be close enough to count my pores and grey hairs. Never mind that I’m a sweater. NO, stupid, not like an ugly argyle sweater your grandma gave you, like a person who sweats a lot. Usually when I’m nervous, I’m all like Molly Shannon in Superstar:
For me, meeting new people is kinda like the first day of junior high. Which was particularly rough because I had explosive diarrhea and no one to sit with at lunch. I mean, those two things were completely unrelated, but the combination just about put me over the edge.
Although I’ve been to several blog conferences, I’m still not good with the “buck up, little camper, it’s time to make some new friends,” thing. Social anxiety plagues me. I’m terrified Amie and Jared won’t like me IRL (an acronym forÂ In Real Life, which I can assure you my gay dad is only becoming familiar with as of this reading).
Nerves aside, I’m excited. I feel like it’s finally time. My turn to do something big, and to throw myself headlong into The Gay Dad Project. It’s my calling. I’m not that little girl in the bookstore anymore, and I don’t want anyone else to ever feel the way I did.
No one has to. It’s that simple.
We are here and we want to help. We want you to share your stories with us, feel comfortable talking with us, and help us get the word out.
We can be out and proud, too:Â WE HAVE GAY DADS!
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