Dallas is pretty incredible. The experience here has been pretty exhausting, but the families are amazing and beautiful. They’re so loving.
I also realized that kids are a lot, lot, lot of work. But, I also don’t want to become that 60 year old gay man who goes to gallery openings and martini bars. What’s life really about anyway?
But, after being thrown up on, jumped on, used and abused (and not in the good, sexual way), I’ve realized that kids are probably still quite a bit further down the road.
March 31, 2010 at 4:59 pm
does this mean you want kids, a some point? would you adopt? surrogacy?