I stumbled across a website that dealt with same-sex couples and I learned about open adoption. I looked through the possible adoptive parents and one couple -- Matt and Trey -- stuck out from the rest. They looked a bit goofy, and they seemed truly happy with each other.
I felt violated, because the spirit of Boy Scout bigotry had descended on my home, forcing me to explain to my son that I am not as universally loved as he supposed. This is a state of affairs that my sons had been blissfully unaware of... until now.