Family business
My mother and I just had the homosexual talk over dinner.
Queer Eye for the Straight Guy on the television in the background
Me: "Hey, they just showed an Orbitz commercial for gay-friendly travelling."
Mom: "A gay commercial? What? Why are you interested in that, anyway?"
Me: *Eye-roll.* "What are you saying? You have something against homosexuals?"
Mom: "I just think it's unnatural. I know ever since you were little you were into the whole being-yourself and being eccentric and different scene. No wonder you're always defending homosexuals."
Me: "They're just like you and me, and it's not unnatural. What's unnatural is denying who you are."
Mom: "God doesn't make people gay. Gays can't have children, and they have intercourse in the most foul way. From behind. It's unnatural."
Me: "You don't understand. Times have changed. You're way of thinking will never be the same as mine. That's why parents don't understand their kids. I have gay friends, and I love them."
Mom: "I don't want you to go hanging around with that kind of a crowd. They're not right in the head."
Me: "They're perfectly sane!"
Mom: "It's wrong. That's why homosexuals get AIDS."
Me: "Men, women, and children in Africa are dying from AIDS every day. What about them? Surely they can't all have AIDS because they're homosexuals."
Mom: "Well, it's the gay men who sleep with other men and then go back to their wives and give them the disease."
Me: "That's ridiculous."
Mom: "It's true. I just don't want you to be messing up your life and disregarding your studies to chase after this gay lifestyle."
Me: "I'm not gay, mom."
Mom: "I mean, hanging out with people who are."
Me: *walks away*
... I know my mother will never understand, not fully, at least. Her way of thinking is different than mine. I realize that. But it's still frustrating as hell. I still love her, she just drives me mad sometimes. Imagine what she'd say if she found out I read and write gay fiction.
Queer Eye for the Straight Guy on the television in the background
Me: "Hey, they just showed an Orbitz commercial for gay-friendly travelling."
Mom: "A gay commercial? What? Why are you interested in that, anyway?"
Me: *Eye-roll.* "What are you saying? You have something against homosexuals?"
Mom: "I just think it's unnatural. I know ever since you were little you were into the whole being-yourself and being eccentric and different scene. No wonder you're always defending homosexuals."
Me: "They're just like you and me, and it's not unnatural. What's unnatural is denying who you are."
Mom: "God doesn't make people gay. Gays can't have children, and they have intercourse in the most foul way. From behind. It's unnatural."
Me: "You don't understand. Times have changed. You're way of thinking will never be the same as mine. That's why parents don't understand their kids. I have gay friends, and I love them."
Mom: "I don't want you to go hanging around with that kind of a crowd. They're not right in the head."
Me: "They're perfectly sane!"
Mom: "It's wrong. That's why homosexuals get AIDS."
Me: "Men, women, and children in Africa are dying from AIDS every day. What about them? Surely they can't all have AIDS because they're homosexuals."
Mom: "Well, it's the gay men who sleep with other men and then go back to their wives and give them the disease."
Me: "That's ridiculous."
Mom: "It's true. I just don't want you to be messing up your life and disregarding your studies to chase after this gay lifestyle."
Me: "I'm not gay, mom."
Mom: "I mean, hanging out with people who are."
Me: *walks away*
... I know my mother will never understand, not fully, at least. Her way of thinking is different than mine. I realize that. But it's still frustrating as hell. I still love her, she just drives me mad sometimes. Imagine what she'd say if she found out I read and write gay fiction.