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Aug. 10th, 2006 10:02 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kyburgSomeone is celebrating an anniversary. He's verbose, witty, funny - and honest. Today's post in particular is one I think needs to be more widely circulated.
Mom suddenly appeared at their doorstep, asking me to go for a drive with her.
I don't remember everything that was said, but there are a few things from that long conversation that I remember vividly. First, we left when the sun was still up but it was dark before we got back. Second, she parked by the side of the road after it got dark, next to a clif beyond which could be seen the night lights of much of the city of Spokane, and I remember looking at the light cast on the street by a streetlamp maybe half a block ahead of us. I remember thinking even then about how that moment was etching itself into my memory, forever and ever, something that will stay with me as long as I live no matter how shitty my memory gets.
"Is this a coming out?" is what she asked me.
And, ultimately, yes it was. I told her then that my black hair and makeup had nothing to do with it (what-ever), but I had made a decision. And when I told her about the letters I was going to send out, what she told me was classic: After telling me her cousin is gay, she said, "And as far as I know, when he came out of the closet he didn't send out announcements."
And that was before the worst of her ridiculous fears came out. She kept telling me how my lack of being forthright with her made her worry about all sorts of terrible things, and I asked her, "What's the absolute worst that could've happened, Mom?"
"Truthfully?"
"Yes."
"It would have killed me if you were a Satanist."
I've known lots of people. Lots of people who really really aren't anything like me, and it just makes it all the sweeter. Life would be one dull place if it were populated by the likes of me exclusively, lemme tellya.
I really AM pretty simple, comes right down to it. About the only rule that I have is - try to get along. Just...make your best effort, but at least try it out for a change. If it doesn't impact you directly - and it does no harm (and remember, what people do in the privacy of their own bedrooms is in the privacy of their own bedrooms first and foremost) - what harm is it to me?
You want to be an ass to me, well - that's something else. Your simple being born with green hair isn't going to faze me.
Mom suddenly appeared at their doorstep, asking me to go for a drive with her.
I don't remember everything that was said, but there are a few things from that long conversation that I remember vividly. First, we left when the sun was still up but it was dark before we got back. Second, she parked by the side of the road after it got dark, next to a clif beyond which could be seen the night lights of much of the city of Spokane, and I remember looking at the light cast on the street by a streetlamp maybe half a block ahead of us. I remember thinking even then about how that moment was etching itself into my memory, forever and ever, something that will stay with me as long as I live no matter how shitty my memory gets.
"Is this a coming out?" is what she asked me.
And, ultimately, yes it was. I told her then that my black hair and makeup had nothing to do with it (what-ever), but I had made a decision. And when I told her about the letters I was going to send out, what she told me was classic: After telling me her cousin is gay, she said, "And as far as I know, when he came out of the closet he didn't send out announcements."
And that was before the worst of her ridiculous fears came out. She kept telling me how my lack of being forthright with her made her worry about all sorts of terrible things, and I asked her, "What's the absolute worst that could've happened, Mom?"
"Truthfully?"
"Yes."
"It would have killed me if you were a Satanist."
I've known lots of people. Lots of people who really really aren't anything like me, and it just makes it all the sweeter. Life would be one dull place if it were populated by the likes of me exclusively, lemme tellya.
I really AM pretty simple, comes right down to it. About the only rule that I have is - try to get along. Just...make your best effort, but at least try it out for a change. If it doesn't impact you directly - and it does no harm (and remember, what people do in the privacy of their own bedrooms is in the privacy of their own bedrooms first and foremost) - what harm is it to me?
You want to be an ass to me, well - that's something else. Your simple being born with green hair isn't going to faze me.
