LB has a gramps and a granddad, and she also has a few friends she likes very much who are men, the man friend of her old DCP, the husband of her babysitter, and several neighbors. But we have never talked about these people as a category. If we knew these people through LB's friends, it would be natural that they would be "daddies" or "papas," but they are just a random assortment of people who happen to be men. So, without meaning to, we seem to have realized the lesbian feminist separatist dream. I'm sure Paul Ryan is choking on his communion wine as I admit publicly that my gayby has no language for men. Without language, does a category of men exist for LB? Do men have any power in her world? I told B that it's probably time for us to head out for Wimmin's Land to keep this thing going. Instead, being the hopelessly conventional types that we are, I expect that within the next month LB will know both "granddad" and "gramps" and all men will be some variation on those words.
|LB in her new "boys" shoes.|