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Detective Marlowe

At breakfast, Cory asks Daddy to find a lost string of Mardi Gras beads. Daddy grabs a clipboard and introduces himself as Detective Marlowe, to which Cory responds that she’s “Lily.” Detective Marlowe wonders whether she is the infamous Lily, the one who always whines and won’t eat her eggs and gives her parents sassafrass and… Lily indicates no, she’s a different Lily. Detective Marlowe begins taking notes on the beads’ last known whereabouts: shiny, purple, round, had them this morning, maybe in a bedroom.

After Detective Marlowe recovers the beads, Lily would like to return to being Cory…but is informed that identities cannot simply be donned and discarded like dirty T-shirts, that she is Lily until proven otherwise, and that she’ll need to produce some evidence to corroborate her claim. Cory smiles. Fisher giggles.

Lily produces a picture with “Cory” written on the back that she claims to have drawn…and is informed that her possession of that picture, which Detective Marlow has never seen, is inconclusive. It will be submitted for consideration by a wider investigative body, identity theft becoming such a problem these days. They both giggle. Cory produces another picture that she is sure Daddy will remember her drawing for him…and is informed that the picture is nice but that Detective Marlowe is not Daddy and that the picture doesn’t indicate that Cory even drew it. Lily sneaks off to the art table and scribbles “Cory” on the picture, returning triumphant. Inconclusive. Off to the investigate committee, with note on possible forgery. Cory pulls her lips into a Mona Lisa smile. Huh. Stymied.

Fisher giggles.

C: But, I’m Cory!
F (giggling): No, you’re not. You’re Lily.
C: Fisher! Stop it! I am your sister, Cory!
F (smiling at her): No, you are Lily. Lily, where is my sister, Cory?

Detective Marlowe notes that Cory’s brother Fisher has identified the subject as Lily, not Cory. Off to the investigative committee. Cory grows concerned. She finds her backpack and points to the name written across it.

D: But, how do I know that this is indeed your backpack?

She opens up a pocket to show her Chapstick. Detective Marlowe is unimpressed.

C: But, Daddy! I am Cory!
D: We’ll see about that, Miss Lily.
C (hands up quizzically): I’m not Lily! I’m Cory! What can I show?
D: Well, Cory is known as a great hugger. If you could show that you can give one of her signature hugs, that might go a long way to convincing the investigative committee to issue a favorable decision.

She smiles and hugs Detective Marlowe.

D (mid-hug, mock recognition): Cory!
C (beaming at having won her case): Daddy!

F: No, that’s not Cory. That’s Lily.

Not everyone is convinced.

Kiss, Kiss, Kiss

A long time ago, Fisher randomly introduced a three-kiss routine at bedtime: one kiss, one kiss on the top of Fisher’s head, and one kiss on the top of Daddy’s. Done. After one recent kiss-kiss-kiss…

F (in a very worried tone): Daddy, are you going to get your hair cut soon?
D: Yes, probably.
F: Oooooh!
D: What’s the matter?
F: If they cut your hair, then you won’t have all my kisses on there anymore.


D: Well, you can always give me more after I get my hair cut, right?
F (reluctantly): Oh, okay, Daddy.

Now he has introduced his shampoo-proof kisses to the schoolyard goodbye. At a November parent-teacher conference, Mrs. Schubert explained that she had seen Fisher’s behavior many times before: sudden bouts of separation anxiety that appear worrisome at some point before the kindergarten winter break but that disappear, just as suddenly, right after it. There is apparently something about taking a break from school over Christmas and New Year’s that makes coming back a breeze. School becomes an old friend, and you don’t wail and apply a death grip to your daddy’s hand when you see an old friend.

So, now, when the bell rings, instead of Daddy prying Fisher off the play structure, he jumps off by himself and comes over.

F: Daddy, will you pick me up early, like you did the other day?
D (unsure what other day he’s referring to): I’ll try. But, remember, Papa is picking you up today.
F: Can you tell Papa to pick me up early, like you did the, er, uh, eh, other day?
D: I’ll tell him.

He gives me a kiss, takes Daddy’s baseball cap off and kisses the top of Daddy’s head, maneuvers his own head to receive a kiss on top of it, and puts Daddy’s cap back on.

D: Have a good day, Fisher.
F (marching into his classroom): Thanks, Daddy. You, too.

Cute little bag of nuts.

Ice Like Elsa

Always on the lookout for new weapons to use against the dastardly Black Widow Spider, Wonder Boy introduces “blue hair” to the battle. It fizzles. No good use, beyond comedy, can be found for the fitted sheet.

F (breaking character): Daddy, it just gets in the way.
D (knowing they’ve been watching a little Spiderman and Friends with Papa on Saturday mornings): Hmmm. You know, that blue is really blue. It’s like ice blue.
F: But, it just doesn’t work.
D: But, it’s blue…like water…maybe frozen water, like ice…and [touching it] kind of cold.
F: No, it’s not.
D (touching it gingerly and jumping back): Oh, spiders don’t like cold!
F (smiling): It’s cold?
D (Black Widow Spider voice): Don’t you spray me with that ice, Wonder Boy!
F (gears turning): You know, it could be like the ice that Iceman can shoot. I like the Iceman. Because he can just shoot ice like Elsa. (Pause.) Cory! Cory! I have new powers like Iceman and Elsa. See, I show you…

What Children Deserve

“Every child deserves a mother and a father.”

In arguing against extending marriage rights to gay couples and recasting discrimination as “religious freedom,” some conservative “Christians” have been throwing that statement around a lot lately. Secretly, I want them to keep doing it. They think it sounds like some sort of axiom that will win people over just by its simplicity and elegance. But, what it really does is raise a bunch of obvious questions and focus everyone’s attention on children, and that focus is actually a loser for conservatives.

See, Cory and Fisher, and other children like them, could never have been anything but the children of two gay men. Our kids are each unique individuals because of the DNA that builds them, because of the environment that helps to shape them, and because, if you believe in that sort of thing, of the snowflake of a “soul” given to them at birth (separate from their DNA). Without the very considered decisions that Darin and I made together eight, seven, six years ago, Cory and Fisher would not be alive. They would never have existed anywhere. Even if you believe that their “souls” were hovering out there in the ether, waiting for God to breathe them into some other babies’ bodies, or something, those other babies would never have been Cory and Fisher. They would not have had the same combination of DNA, and they would not have been born into the same environment. They would have been entirely different people. It isn’t like, if only the state stopped itself from recognizing their parents’ relationship or if the state had only taken extra steps to deny their parents’ access to IVF and surrogacy, Cory and Fisher would have been born into some other, “better” family. This way was the only way that Cory and Fisher could ever have been born. Without it, they would not have existed. At all.

Too much holiness about the mother-father thing is a bit overblown anyway. Let’s face it, successfully procreating is the basest form of “success” that any human being could possibly achieve, most men and women having made it over that particular, um, hump since there have been men and women, and having biologically produced offspring hardly qualifies anyone to be much of a mother or a father, much less to excel at being either. Everyone knows at least one person who is, well, much better at a host of other things than he or she is at being a parent.

So, the “argument” that every child deserves a mother and father edges right up to a mean-spirited wish that Cory and Fisher had never been born, to an argument that they have been cruelly denied this right to “a mother and a father,” and to a statement that the world would have been a better place without them in it – because the only way for Cory and Fisher to have come into this world at all was for two gay men to have decided that they should. At minimum, “every child deserves a mother and a father” suggests that Cory and Fisher, once born, should not be held up as right or normal because their same-sex parents denied them something fundamental and essential.


Equal marriage will be extended to gay couples everywhere in the United States, sooner or later, but probably sooner. It will happen, not just because of the hollowness of the (mostly religious) bigotry trying to stem that tide or the soundness of the intellectual arguments working to accelerate it. Those arguments do exist (for example, marriage rights are currently extended to heterosexual couples without regard to their likelihood or ability to produce children) and will win in court.

But, in and out of court, equal marriage rights will continue to steamroll the opposition because, at least in part, most people will see that the world is a better place with kids like Cory and Fisher in it, being exactly who they are…and not just in the world, but in the world and afforded equal dignity, without regard to the sexes of the people who decided that they should be born.


The Funny Man

D (at drop-off): Cory, what’s that in your hand?
C (acting sheepish, closing fist): Nothing.
D: Let me see that.
C (opening her hand): I just took it off your bottle, Daddy.
D (looking): My bottle?
C: Yes. I just want to show my new friends the funny man.
D: I don’t think that’s a good idea.
C: Why not?Pause.

D: Because you might lose it, Cory. You don’t want to lose it, do you?
C (reluctantly handing it over): No, I guess not. You keep it, Daddy.
D: Thanks.