I don’t deny any of that but there is a space for personal freedom and choice within those parameters. Not everybody on earth born with reproductive organs has the desire to reproduce. And that doesn’t make them good or bad or deviant. And some who are reproducing, don’t NEED to reproduce…but thats another issue.Within reason? How do you define reason anyway? What are the limits of reason?
You can't build a decent community without a definition of what it is t be a good man, a good woman, a good father, a good mother, a good brother, etc. It's not possible.
You can accept "alternative lifestyles" without erasing all the reference frames.
People need limits and guidance.
Moreover, there is room and space in life to fill many roles. Dynamic individuals exist and no one role defines anyone. To be honest, in my own upbringing, my parents never made being parents the pinnacle of their lives.
We just got swept up into the adventure of their lives. They never made their lives all about us. We made OUR lives about them. Certainly they sacrificed and took care of us. But my parents still did whatever it was that made them who they were…just with us kids attached.And as kids we understood our place in that hierarchy
(swear I felt like a Hebrew slave growing up sometimes)…but I will say that seeing them be dynamic individuals beyond traditional roles deeply inspired and shaped me.I’ll never forget seeing my dad go through losing his job without losing his dignity. Literally becoming a house husband when he was laid off and not even griping about it. He cooks better than my mom does.

Meanwhile, my mom—who adores being a housewife btw, didn’t press him or degrade him or emasculate him. She shrugged her shoulders and got a full time job and went back to school and supported the family. Then when he got back on his feet, they both worked and we as children did too. It’s just how we operated as a family unit. There was no posturing or rigid emphasis on gender roles. My mom didn’t feel like less of a woman for mowing the lawn if my dad was too tired after work. My dad didn’t feel like less of a man when he cooked and cleaned at home while my mom worked for a period.
We are staunch pragmatists. We just do what works for the time and place. No ego. Just do it. And if you can’t or won’t do it, you were considered dead weight in my family.
Same with my grandparents. I mean, they loved us but they never put stock into claiming that motherhood or fatherhood was the pinnacle of their lives.
They’d laugh at that and say even a dog can reproduce. Instead I think they’d just say living life and doing what you need to be happy is the pinnacle of their lives. Whether you were the chick that never had kids who owned an herb emporium or the stay at home mother of 5 down the way.And none of these people were evil, deviant, ghetto gaggers.
It’s just not that deep. But if things work differently in your household and they actually work, then do that. No shade from me.



