Mom, you’re straight. It’s like- you can live in the world of swollen lymph nodes. You can keep your friends, and agree with your mentors and feel loved by your god and repeat whatever shite they say about gay people- without it ever effecting you personally- even if it’s horribly and terribly wrong.
Well – I might understand what it’s like to be a tumor…. I don’t know. I have taken some positions that are very unpopular, and have been despised for it. We all make our own choices. I stand by mine no matter what anyone else thinks, because I believe my positions are right. You just have to figure out what you truly believe is right (not other peoples’ opinions) and then live it. And also you have to try not to feel sorry for yourself if others don’t agree. That’s pretty universal.
I see no “victims” here. Only choices, and the courage to stand by the choices you make. Who is treating you like a tumor?
Hey – do you still feel like coming out and doing your craft with [minor sister] tonight? If you do, you have first priority.
But if you don’t, we might go over and help [adult brother] with some things at his house tonight. (The sellers left a huge pile of garbage on his curb for the big garbage pick -up day Saturday, but now the city is telling [adult brother] they don’t want to take it unless it’s “organized”.) Either way is good – let me know how you’re feeling. Love you!
No! The problem is people are treating me like a lymph node! Like this can’t be true!
I am thinking of [adult sister] in particular here- saying that this was a lie of Satan- but I’ve gotten the distinct feeling that its being talked about behind my back this way- Grandma sent me a note with the same reference to the ‘lies of Satan’ without coming out (har har) and saying what she was talking about.
Unfortunately it’s not a lie. Nor am I just saying this for attention. Instead, unfortunately, I am the abominable thing that our people think is out to get them.
I been dealing with this actually for a long time now- when I was still gung ho about Christianity and everything. When I believed that that version of the religion was true, when it wouldn’t go away, I was perfectly content to just be single forever- its not like I’m any good at dealing with PEOPLE anyway. I prefer hiding in a pile of books.
I didn’t set out to be this way. If I had had a choice I would have chosen something else.
Do you believe me?
(one week without reply)
So there we go.
[name], I responded to your email. I wrote it in a letter, which is sitting on my desk. But all week, I have not put it in the mail because I believe you will despise what I have to say and just turn and rip into me. It has just been so nice having you stop by. I am so sorry. Would you like me to drop it in the mail, or wait until you come by the next time? Love you.
It should be a pretty simple answer, Mom. Do you believe that I’m giving an honest account of my own physical sensations or not?
If your answer is no, just say it. No amount of rationalization or long winded explanation is going to make that answer easier.
Yes, I believe you have same sex attractions. I stuck the long winded explanation in the mail yesterday.
I finally worked up the nerve to empty my mail box and read your letter. I have to tell you that I disagree and object to almost everything you said.
However, I am thankful that you were willing to tell me. The visits home were getting increasingly tense for me- knowing there were things you weren’t saying and trying to guess what they were.
I appreciate it!
Fair enough, [name]. I love you!
Hey! Could you email me the text? I think probably neither of us wants to get into a debate, but I journal on my computer as a way of processing. It would be helpful for that.
I mean, I could scan it in but that would mean checking to see if the library had one or using Grandma [name]’s scanner, and both of those would be kind of a hassle.
Make my poor sad life easier here?
WELL OKAY THEN