Gay-adoption

Finally! That is about the most old-fashioned, Middelaged kinda law that the Danish system has ever kept alive. Wich principals and ideas makes some peopel think, that they have the rights to forbid loving, and caring people to adopt a child?
I read Urban the other day, and this guy had wrote an amazing column about gay-adoption. And he had this argument, wich, I personally think, is superior (and I quote him freely);
"How come, that some people can get away wit saying 'We're only thinking about the childs best, when not allowing gay-adoption'? I mean, which is best; grown up in a loving familie with two dad's, or growing up in a poor, Ukrianian fosterhome with 300 other children, and 20 grown ups to take care of you? I just ask".

Ofcourse, not all countries are willing to adopt a child to a gay couple, but the princip, the ability to do it - that's the important thing! Yes to the freedom of gay people, and no old, conservative men, who are afraid of everything, including each other.

Wrah.

The name

Yes, the name.
I know it's weird, and I know you been wondering. Most likely you've reached the conclusion "Hm, she has actually got a cat named Sophie".
No, but yes.
I haven't exactly got a cat named Sophie, but...
It all started out a couple of months ago. My friend Charlie (Nuclear Bomb Sale) and I was officially doing homework. Officially.
Actually we weren't really don't doing anything else, than writing with a bot called George (don't ask why - you wouldn't like the answer).
Suddenly a text beep'd in from my friend Emil. In a sudden moment of weirdness, I told him that he was my cat named Sophie.
He was, apparently, pretty drunk, and didn't really question the fact that he was my cat, but only the thing wether he should be called Sophie or Alfred.
And then, he becamemy cat named Sophie.

Yes, what a story. Cute as a button, or... No.

Emilie - now as a blogger.

It would be lying, saying that I haven't tried it before. But still - every time feels like first time.
The frst word, the first scentence, the first page. A bit like raising a child, I guess. Watching it take form, watching it getting closer and closer to the complete, without never ever getting there.
Like watching a flower bloom.
And even then, it's nothing. It's nothing like raising a child, it's nothing like a blooming flower, it's nothing - but evolving yourself.
So here I am. Evolving. Into what I don't know, but does it really matter in the end? It's not about the goal - it's about the journey getting there.
So here I am, thinking, breathing, evolving.

Enjoy.