Meri Perra blogs about the challenges she and her partner face in trying to raise their girls with feminist values
Today after work my partner will go in search of pink hair dye. She wants me to take the time to buy a new dress, like there is something wrong with worn out yoga pants. (There is a lot wrong with worn out yoga pants.) “It’s only once a year,” she tells me when I squawk: “No time! No time!”
Dyke Day is anon, and she wants our family to look good. (And she tells me, have fun.) Half of our family will. Guaranteed. The kids always look great. Hopefully we’ll all have fun.
The kids will be in super hero/fairy princess hats and pink capes. They’ll wave rainbow flags, and both will likely sing: “When I get older, I will be stronger …” on heart-breaking adorable repeat. We’re considering being dykes with tykes on bikes this year. Definitely, once we get there, we’ll search for friends and wonder why we didn’t consider a meet-up spot.
