The Ariel Series

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Maya and C3 look at one another in the eyes, showing emotion of extreme joy. Maya is wearing a striped cap backwards along with a blue button up long sleeved shirt. C3 is wearing a black cap with the bill facing forward and is wearing a maroon pullover. They are sitting in two brown chairs with a white background.
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Our First Insemination Experience

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Lets talk about sperm.

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We were told to go Couple’s Counseling.

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We are C3 & Maya authoring and creating The Ariel Series (@thearielseries). We’re sharing our life together as a Deaf and queer couple and our journey in being parents. We conceived via artificial insemination and now have ourselves a lil CODA (Child of Deaf Adults)! We’re looking to adopt and participate in foster care in the future as well. Hop on and have at it!

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Over a bed of multi-colored quinoa, was a layer of roasted cauliflower and chickpeas seasoned with a quilt of cumin, garlic, paprika, salt, and pepper. A drizzling of homemade tahini dressing and a sprinkle of fresh parsley completed my weekly special dish. Peri studied the colorful plates placed on either side of their table-side chair. “I’m thankful we live just a stone’s throe away from the grocery store” and “I feel right at home in this house” blessed our evening time meal. With phones off and an aromatic filled dining room, we found ourselves present with one another.
Growing up, I recited a prayer in German along with my family members before every evening meal. After moving away from home, there was a period of years where my evening meals were without a prayer. This continued to be the case when I moved in with Maya. After buying a home and having a baby this year, there still was no prayer before the evening meal.
And…that’s a wrap! 📽
Holy smokes!
“What do I want to be like as a parent?”
Peri’s first swimming lesson went…
I’ve been in therapy regarding my gender.
I’m freestyling with this caption because my heart is bursting right now and I cannot contain it. Life has been so good lately. And it won’t always be this way so I’m squeezing onto every piece of dust before they hit the ground and disappear. When I learned I had feelings for a girl at 16 years old, I was fighting so many internal -isms, and they were telling me to hush all the time. Smiling at a text from that girl felt like a crime, as I would bend my head lower down to hide the infatuation. While I was mostly out and had an accepting community around me in the years that followed, I continued to combat internal -isms because the world teaches you that, no matter how loved you are. The biggest reason why I didn’t want to get married, even after meeting my life partner, was because I grew up unable to dream of having a legal wedding. The -isms continue to exist within me as I work through my personal challenges with my gender identity. But you know what? We all live next to something that’s trying to drag us down, and yet we can still conquer. We have to. I’ve conquered by continuing to heal the injustices the world has taught me. All the while, my heart is bursting because my child is here. I’ve conquered because I have the privilege of raising them. Never mind my internal -isms when it comes to them. My internal -isms may never leave me but same for love for my family.
A year ago today, we received news that we were going to have a baby. This baby became Bryo (short for embryo). And Bryo became Peri. And Peri became the axis we revolve around as a family. It was 6:00am when two hands shook me awake. A blurred white object was held an inch from my pupils. Maya exclaimed in sign, “I’m pregnant.” Normally, I’d be one to jump up and let loose all my delight and joy. Instead, I leaned against the wall at the head of our bed, and stared at the word, “Pregnant”. Since I had prepared myself for this journey in trying to conceive to take a lot longer, I didn’t think to prepare for if it’d happen sooner. A LOT sooner. Once reality set in and I could form a hypothetical baby in my head, I peered up at Maya. With a messy bed head, she eagerly waited for a response. It was then that I smiled broadly. A dream was coming true. A pregnancy for Maya. A family for us. It was happening. It was time. Time for us to open our hearts to this little poppy seed.

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