Sunday, August 31, 2008

I couldn't make this up if I tried

Just watch, actually wait a minute, here's the description first. Warning: do not have any liquids in your mouth at the time of reading this, lest you spit said liquids all over your keyboard:

Based on a true story. In fact, when people go to other countries to meet their adopted children, it is suggested that they bring along Cheerios because it helps break the ice.

Fuck! No wonder I'm so pissed off! When I first met my parents, I know for a fact they had NO FUCKING CHEERIOS!

Come to think of it..... I don't recall seeing a Cheerios box EVER in my home growing up. Never!

Those fuckers. I can't believe they ruined my life like this. If only I had Cheerios, so much pain could have been avoided.


Isn't she lovely? Isn't she won-der-ful?

You, of course, have already subscribed, correct?

What's that? Not yet?

I'm sure it was just an oversight on your part. Go subscribe

Edit: And, a response:



The Baby Scoop Era Research Initiative (BSERI) is participating in the initial stages of a research project. The project is the work of two psychology researchers in the UK . It will explore adoption loss during the BSE with subsequent development of PTSD. We are collecting personal accounts regarding Post Traumatic Stress Disorder in mothers who lost children to adoption during the Baby Scoop Era (approximately post WWII through Roe v. Wade).

If you are willing to participate in this first round of data collection, please write up your story (include dates, and all physical, mental, medical, and emotional consequences post-surrender) and email it to

Origins, Inc. NSW (Australia) is collecting submissions for Oz. Trackers International (Forgotten Mothers) is collecting submissions for the UK. BSERI is collecting submissions from mothers in the United States.

Please keep your submission to no more than 2 pages, single spaced. Names and other identifying information will not be published. Your submission MUST be accompanied by a note stating that it may be used anonymously for this research project.

If you have any questions, please contact BSERI at the email provided above.


Friday, August 29, 2008

Philly Phridays #4: South Street

Booze Bars Piercings Tattoos Gift Shops Sex Shops Restaurants Reiki Coffee Art Galleries Music Concerts Jewelry Antiques Movies Health Food Junk Food Junk Stores Thrift Stores Expensive Stores and more

NO VISIT TO PHILLY - and I know I say that every week but that's just because I want everyone to experience all there is - WOULD BE COMPLETE WITHOUT SOUTH STREET!

With over 350 funky stores, restaurants and bars, South Street is a fun walk on the wild side. It's best to go in a good mood, and definitely stay all day and night. Although it's gotten a tad bit more commercial since the old days, the neighborhood still retains a lot of it's original funky atmosphere.

Since the awesome year 1963, South Street has been inspiring music from

The Orlons - South Street


Need New Body - So St Rx


Boys II Men - Motown Philly


The Dead Milkmen - Punk Rock Girl

to name a few.

You can buy just about anything you'd like on South Street. Seriously. I mean, seriously. That includes babies. Like I said, the neighborhood has gone a little more commercial. We'll just avoid the adoption agency side of the street.


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Next week: Where it all began


Monday, August 25, 2008

If you're creepy like me

you'll love this new blogger:

I stalk your family websites.

I look at your family photos.

I search your faces for familiar characteristics.

I read your words, and wonder what kind of people you are.

I’m that creepy skeleton in your family closet. The one that you see on your website tracker. The one that scares you.

It's with concurrent great honor and great sadness I present: The Creepy Adoptee

Honor to see another one joining the blogging brigade; sadness because there are just so damn many of us.

I wouldn't wish adoption on my worst enemy.


Sunday, August 24, 2008

THE ADOPTION SHOW - Bringing Noah Levi Bond home

Update 10:15 PM - I just finished listening to this show, and I can't remember the last time I was this upset. If you haven't heard this broadcast, please visit The Adoption Show now. And please take the time to read

These horrible, horrible, horrible baby thieves. My god.


Sunday August 24, 2008
9:00 pm (EST)

Bringing Noah Levi Bond home

Ibbaanika Bond & Craig Lentz talk about the legal fight to bring their son Noah Levi Bond home. Noah was seven months old three years ago when Ibbaanika was deceived and coerced into surrendering him for adoption by certain members of The International House of Prayer in Missouri, a local Christian church Ibbaanika had briefly attended. It was there she met the Bakers and the Taylors. It was then her son Noah was stolen.

Read about this story here:

Ibbaanika Bond (on YouTube) requesting help from Senator John McCain:

Please help Noah’s parents, Ibbaanika and Craig by posting this segment on your blogs and web sites and forwarding it to your friends, family and local media.

Contact The Adoption Show
Michelle Edmunds
Host, Producer

Thaddeus Pedro
Recording producer


Saturday, August 23, 2008

I torture myself with these

I'd give anything, anything, anything....

The Locator premieres September 6th on WeTV


Friday, August 22, 2008

Philly Phridays #3: Edgar Allen Poe House

NO ADOPTEE VISIT TO PHILLY WOULD BE COMPLETE without stopping by the homestead of famous orphaned-but-never-adopted writer Edgar Allan Poe.

Located less than 1 mile away from the Philadelphia Convention Center, the house is open daily from 9-5 in the summer and Wednesdays through Sundays the rest of the year.

While living in Philly, Edgar penned the following beloved adoption stories for children:

* "The Pit and the Pendulum"- heartwarming allegory of conflicted adoptee loyalty - sliced in half by the blade, or burned by the hot walls

* "The Gold-Bug" - symbolic search for adoption records in the form of a treasure map

* "The Purloined Letter" - detective is hired to steal back a highly compromising letter the Queen received from her secret illegitimate child

* "William Wilson" - classic split-self disassociated good/bad adoptee

Admission to the Edgar Allen Poe House is always free for adoptees.

Oh OK, real kids can get in for free too.

Free is good, because less than a 10 minute walk down the street is the famous Finnigans Wake, where if memory serves correct it's Irish music downstairs ,rock upstairs, and the best damn fish & chips in the city.

Next week: Where do all the hippies meet?


Sunday, August 17, 2008

Remembering Joao

Image: European Stars and Stripes, Hesse Germany, October 2000

I was a teenage drug dealer.

It’s true.

It sounds so illicit, so inflammatory, so shady, but it was none of the above. It just happened. It didn’t seem like such a big deal to me. Honestly looking back, it reads like some really bad stereotypical 70’s movie.

My first high school was a private all-girls Catholic boarding school. Although I couldn’t quite manage the boarding part. Being away from home was freaky. So a private transportation company was hired to schlep me the 45 minutes back and forth to school each day. Occasionally the only vehicle that would be available in the morning was a limo, which was pretty cool, but for the most part the daily ride was a nice black Town Car with tinted windows.

I had wanted to go to the public high school with my friends, but my adoptive mother would have none of that. She was concerned about me getting into drugs, so she sent me away to a good Catholic school to keep me drug free. That’s funny.

The aforementioned tinted windows were important, because I got stoned every morning and every afternoon with the driver.

He had the best pot.

He also had a good supply of some pretty high quality shrooms too.

My driver was definitely the best part of my Catholic all-girls private school experience.

When I’d get my allowance, I’d buy some pot or shrooms from my driver, to share with my friends who were also quite impressed with the quality.

Quality is everything, you know.

Sometimes my friends would ask me if they could buy some of my stash. This of course was back in the days when a dime bag only cost $10. I’d buy a dime bag, and sell them half for $5.00. I didn’t mark up at first. I didn’t need the money. I just wanted my friends to be able to have the same cool access I did.

Word spread quickly. Demand grew. Supply followed. Eventually I did mark up a little bit. Not by much, but I was paying attention during Economics 101.

That’s really all there is to it. There’s no big climax or ending to the story. Eventually I got kicked out for attitude difficulties that were not in keeping with the fine Sisters of Nazareth, and therein my drug dealing days were over. I lost contact with my driver and his cheap weed. End of story.

I think this story is pretty common with a lot of people caught in this pointless drug war. It’s easy to bust small time dealers who sell to friends and friends of friends, because we’re dumb and naive and not street-savvy. It makes an easy arrest. I don’t know Joao Herbert’s path, but I wouldn’t be surprised if his didn’t follow a similar progression. All I know from what I’ve read is he got caught selling 7.5 oz of pot to an undercover cop a month after high school graduation.

Joao, like me, was adopted. Joao, unlike me, was not a US Citizen. Joao was deported back to Brazil, where he was murdered.

Sometimes young people make dumb choices that wind up with them doing time. But once that time is done, the last thing they need is to be deported simply because the adults in their lives didn’t see their adoption through to citizenship. Either the agency that sold them or the parents that adopted them – these adoptee’s lives were a litany of adult failure from day one. Abandoned by parents, shipped halfway across the world and sold for profit, citizenship never finalized, and then dumped unceremoniously back by a country caught in the grips of OMG DEPORT TEH ILLEGALZ! hysteria.

There are slick and well designed websites out there which purport to hold the best interest of adoptees.

I’m yet to be convinced.

Unless ensuring equality for adult adoptees on both the state and federal level is priority #1, I can’t view them as anything other than a mouthpiece for those who profit off the sale of our disrupted early lives. Adoption is a lifelong experience, but I’ve met very few who view it as such… unless of course it’s providing insulting for-profit search, reunion, and registry services.

The fantabulous Margie at Third Mom has compiled a list of the Congressional Coalition on Adoption members. If you haven’t read Margie’s post on Adoptees and Deportation, please take a moment to rate her article at RainbowKids, and please give a digg too.

And then write, please, please, please write, call, fax.

For those deported, for those facing deportation, for those whose actions they perform today will lead to their deportation, not knowing they aren't citizens, something has got to be done.

And to those with the flashy we-heart-adoption websites: Convince me.

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Friday, August 15, 2008

Philly Phridays #2 - Eastern State Penitentiary

Continuing the series of places to visit during next year's Adoptee Rights Demonstration.....

No list of Philadelphia attractions would be complete without the only thing scarier than adoption - a haunted, abandoned penitentiary.

Eastern State Penn (ESP) has been the focus of ghost hunting groups from coast to coast, most memorably TAPS, whose alleged full-body apparition video still inspires debate.

Opened for business in 1829, ESP was considered a kinder, gentler form of housing criminals, by plopping everyone into solitary confinement inside teensie tiny cells. The one notable exception of course being Al Capone's cell, which was better furnished than my own home.

In spite of hopes of a better life for prisoners, the experience is known to have caused "significant mental illness" to the inhabitants. What does that remind you of?

You'll want to go on one of the Summer Twilight Tours while you're there because face it, creepy places are best visited during dim light. Or maybe we could organize a special Murdering Bastards Tour, asking the tour guides to research and point out cells once inhabited by ACS-suffering killer adoptees.

July, 2009. See you behind the walls.


Wednesday, August 13, 2008

From my comments:

A suggestion that I feel should get some attention, and not be buried in comments:

Suggestion: Target the members of the Congressional Coalition on Adoption:
These legislators profess support for adoption, and in my opinion should take action to pass the necessary amendments to the CCA to make citizenship retroactive for all transnational adoptees, and to reverse the deportations that have taken place or are pending.

Please also see: Adoptee Deportation and Citizenship


Tuesday, August 12, 2008

It Arrived Today

I'll read it tonight, but ...

I'm a trophy kid. You know, a status symbol. I haven't been in the news lately, but I'd be surprised if you haven't heard of me.... Greta and Robert won me in a bidding war with eight other high-profile couples and a few bachelor billionaires. I still hold the record for the most expensive adoption: $3.2 million.


"Why would you want to write it by yourself?" Robert asked suspiciously.

He must have been thinking that if I wrote it myself, it would turn into the sort of tell-all book kids of celebrities sometimes write, revealing all sorts of horrible things, like how their dads only spoke to them four-point-five times a month, or how their moms treated them as accessories instead of children, both of which would be true in my case.

So far so good!


Cliffhanger blog posts are the devil

Part 1

Hopefully part 2 will follow shortly.

Go here now

Just do it.


Friday, August 08, 2008

Philly Phridays

I know isn't that spelling so cute? I'm so phucking clever.

In preparation for the Adoptee Rights Demonstration v2.0, I thought I'd share a little love of Philadelphia to give you an idea of places to see when you make your trip to the City of Brotherly Love next year. If anyone has any Philly stuff they'd like to share as a guest blogger please don't hesitate to drop me a line.

Because of my fine Philadelphia upbringing, I know proper protocol is to always start any guide with Philly Sports. Therefore, allow me to present:

My adoptive cousin says the Phillies have historically had good luck that week of July, so chances are high you'll be able to hear the Liberty Bell ring frequently with every home run. Let's look back!

July 2008 - Oh, not so great. 4 losses / 2 wins

July 2007 - This is better. 1 loss / 5 wins

July 2006 - Eh. 4 losses / 3 wins

July 2005 - OK. 3 losses / 4 wins

July 2004 - Please. 5 losses / 2 wins

You know I always suspected my adoptive cousin was retarded. Don't listen to him.

Citizen's Bank Park has so many cool things, a win will be secondary. First and foremost, the food. Check this out, I'll wait here.

Good, right? Yeah, yeah?

And by the way, Citizens Bank Park made #1 on the list of PeTA's Top 10 Vegetarian-Friendly Ballparks, so no one needs to be left out of the food fun.

Be sure to visit Ashburn Alley and for real nostalgia, take the rooftop bleacher seats. The park has many giveaway nights each year, including commemorative prints, lunch boxes, t-shirts, hats, backpacks, and of course Original Birth Certificate night, where all adoptees born in Philadelphia get their OBC with an official Phillies logo imprinted, personally handed to them by Pennsylvania Governor Edward G. Rendell.

OK that last part is a lie.

Maybe if enough folks are interested we could do a ballpark night during the week of the Adoptee Rights Demonstration. Just don't take any betting tips from my adoptive cousin because you know, I swear he's retarded.

PS Go Mets!

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Wednesday, August 06, 2008

August 6, 5:30 AM

I heart Judy


Tuesday, August 05, 2008

All returns must be accompanied by an original receipt

Close on the heels of last week's story on the unregulated business of fertility tourism in India comes this jaw-dropping tale.


A Japanese child born to a surrogate Indian mother in Jaipur has no home to go to. Her parents got divorced before her birth and her mother doesn't want their child. The Indian laws concerned with surrogate motherhood say that the father alone cannot adopt a child. There is also ambiguity about child being allowed to go to Japan. Her father would like to take her home, but under Indian surrogacy law he'd have to adopt her, which a single man is not allowed to do.

I know, it doesn't make sense to me either.

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Monday, August 04, 2008

Beyond Excellent

Every post at Harlow's Monkey is, but this one really got to me. Just go read it. Now.

Fearing the Adult Adoptee


Sunday, August 03, 2008

Numa numa

Yeah, it’s another post where I wax poetic about YouTube.

Before I begin, there’s this:

Everyone I know says the same thing. They start it out thinking they’ll only watch the first ten minutes or so, and they wind up watching the entire thing. If you’ve got 55 minutes, this one is well worth it.

I am so in love with people on YouTube. Vloggers are so much braver than me. I can hide behind a screen name and a text blog, but they’re right out there, their face for the world to see.

I don’t see a strong linked in community of adoption vloggers on YouTube as yet, the way we have on our blogs, but I’m thinking (hoping) that may change in the next year or so. While it’s healing and cathartic to vent, poetic or otherwise, about adoption via text, I think it takes real balls to put your face up there and lay it out unedited. These are balls that I do not possess.

These folks do though, so I wanted to show them a little love. Some vlog only about adoption, most vlog about life in general with an adoption video or two thrown in. Some are incredibly prolific while others only have one or two videos posted. But I wanted to get them all in one post because they represent to me an interesting progression in our community and the internet – from usenet to the mailing lists to the forums to the blogs, and now this. So take a visit and hit that subscribe button on their channels if you’re so inclined.










Guy, Interrupted





















Wayward Radish



As usual I know I’ve missed people, so if you’re not on this list and you’ve got a channel, yell at me in comments and I’ll be sure to add you.

And thank you, for being so incredibly brave to take this next step in getting your voices heard. I’m very grateful.

nu ma, nu ma, nu ma iei.


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