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The scariest moment was at a doctor’s office, where I brought my daughter. I had filled out the forms showing both my husband and me as the parents. They detained me because they wanted me to prove I was the father of my daughter. They even suggested they were going to call the police.I keep a folder of the kids’ medical stuff, which I bring to every appointment, and fortunately, by some fluke, I had the adoption decree with me. They made a photocopy of it, and we left and never went back there.

It is vastly unlikely that you would be able to legally adopt a child in North Korea and bring the child in to the United States. The United States and North Korea do not have diplomatic relations for processing the paperwork. In general you need to find a court in North Korea to issue an adoption decree, have a passport issued in the child’s name, and have the child be given legal permission to exit the country for the United States. You would then need to take that paperwork to a US Embassy, we don’t maintain one in North Korea, have them verify that all of the paperwork was done correctly, that the child was legally available for adoption, that a proper search was conducted for the child’s birth family, that none of them are able to care for the child, and that you are qualified to be an adoptive parent.Just not going to happen.I would note that you could probably bribe a court in North Korea to give you an adoption decree for a child. But that child is probably not going to be able to leave the country, or legally enter another country. But it would theoretically be your child living in that country.Good hearted people often want to adopt children from war zones or disaster areas. In general this just isn’t possible. There is too little infrastructure to support the paperwork and procedures. In particular it is difficult to determine if a child has truly been orphaned or abandoned, or simply temporarily separated from family.My suggestion? Adopt a more realistically available child from an established adoption program, and contribute to aid organizations helping more chaotic areas that have touched your heart.

Within the LGBT+ community, the main discrimination is very mild, and what I usually get is pushback due to the fact that I don’t fit some of the gay male stereotypes:I don’t like musicalsI don’t know anything about fashion, hair, nails, clothing, decorating, etc.I don’t do campinessI’m frequently told I’m gonna lose my “gay card” or be kicked out of the membership, etc. I think it’s funny. I really don’t mind it most of the time, but if I stop and think about it, it does perpetuate stereotyping.Then there are the forms of discrimination I don’t like. The things I really don’t care for are:Being addressed by female terms such as “girlfriend” and “she”. I identify as male, and this is just inappropriate. I wouldn’t do it to someone else. I have to say this is very rare though. I don’t think it’s happened in years.Being accused of “acting straight.” I’m not acting straight, I’m just being me. I’m out and I don’t hide anything (You can’ hide being gay when you are married to a man and have two adopted children).Note: The following is my original answer. I misunderstood the question, but the OP liked my answer so I’m keeping it. This answer is about general discrimination that I have experienced:Starting from mild to more severe:I have been talked about behind my back (and the gossip got back to me).I have to correct people when they ask which one of us is the wife/mother/”feminine energy”I have been frequently asked my opinions about fashion/clothing/musicals/nails/hair/decor, all of which I know nothing about.I reported sexual harassment once from a male coworker, and I was told that since I was gay, it wasn’t really harassment if it came from another man.I fired a mediocre housekeeper because she was talking to other clients and referring to us as “she-he’s”I have had my house vandalized with the gay “F” word.I was once confronted in a parking lot by an angry mother who saw the family stick-figure stickers on the back of our mini-van. She screamed at me and called me a disgusting sinner and a pedophile. I was only trying to go to my son’s (visitor) basketball game at a Christian school. Thank God my children weren’t with me at the time.I brought my daughter to a dermatologist once, and filled out the form for both of her fathers, and when we tried to leave, they detained us and demanded proof that I was the legal father, since both of us couldn’t be the father (which we are). They hinted that they were going to call the police on us. By a fluke, I happened to have the kids adoption decree with me, so I could “prove” I was the dad.