You knew I’d be back. I just can’t stay away from you for very long. I’m so addicted to you. So sorry about that temporary hiatus. Some technical difficulties in the wiring required not only a start, shutdown, restart, but pulling the power cord as well. Sometimes you just need to reset the power when you’re so busy being adopted all the time.
First things first, if we could all have a moment of praise and awe please, for the one, the only, the incredible Kali. Unless you’ve been living under a rock in adoptionville, you know Kali as not only the heart and soul of The Adoptee Rights Demonstration, she’s the brain, she’s the kidneys, she’s the liver, she’s the freaking pancreas of The Adoptee Rights Demonstration.
I mean, look at this love, she’s even been nominated for President:
Yes, beautiful bastards and those who love them are giving of themselves to travel on down to New Orleans to represent us all. I, unfortunately, due to circumstances beyond my control, will be unable to attend. To say I’m disappointed is the understatement of the century. (Note to self: NEVER, EVER, EVER again purchase non-refundable airline tickets just because it’s $40 cheaper. Moron.)
In spite of a few naysayers who acted as if Adoptee Rights would be set back twenty years just because they weren’t going to be at attendance, we'll have quality representation from bastards of integrity, people I’m damn proud of, and people I downright love.
So it’s with a heavy heart I delete my e-ticket (TSA rules said I couldn’t even gift it to someone like a newborn HWI)
My time apart gave me a little time to think of what direction I want this blog to go. I blogged for years privately, but I went public at the time I decided to get serious about my search. Now that my search is in intermission stage -- finding mom behind me, calling my brother or my sister in the as yet undetermined future --- I feel it would be much healthier for me to adopt (haha) a more adoptee-centric frame of mind. I’ve spent my entire life trying to think of my adoptive mother’s feelings, or trying to think of my other mother’s feelings, and that has unfortunately flowed over into my blog. It becomes a habit.
Long story short, I’m sick and tired of thinking of other people before I think of me. So, quite frankly, I don’t need anyone lecturing me about the BSE or telling me “not all adoptive parents are monsters”. Yeah, yeah, yeah, if me writing about one who is a monster triggers you, if me writing about my own mother triggers you, there’s a little “x” button in the upper right hand corner of your screen. Use it. Because if you leave a rude comment, it’s just going to be deleted.
So my focus really needs to be on my people, on other adoptees, on the only ones who truly have lived adoption from day one. And it needs to be on learning as much as I can over the next 12 months, in preparation for an event that I won’t need to buy a plane ticket for:
The Second Annual Adoptee Rights Demonstration
Next year – July 20th – July 25th 2009 – The National Conference of State Legislators and The Adoption Rights Demonstration, version 2.0 will be held in my home town, the land of my creation, the one, the only, the cradle of liberty, Philadelphia. Start making travel arrangements now, because next year not only will you not want to miss Version 2, you simply cannot miss version 2.0 in the land of cheesesteaks, hot pretzels, Tasty Kakes, Oscar’s Crab Cakes, hoagies and pizza done right.
Just don’t buy a nonrefundable plane ticket, because, you know, shit happens.
And safe travels to those who are heading out this weekend. I'd tell you to go with God, but apparently God has been calling hundreds of people to adopt lately, so I'm thinking he must be getting a kicback on sales.