
My mother passed in 1989 just 12 years after I came clean and stepped out of the dark cold closet. I still think of her often and go to her gravesite where most of the time I find myself letting the tears roll down my cheeks (and ruining my eyeliner, mascara and over all makeup). I know that so much of my lifestyle hurt her badly knowing I would never give her a grandchild. But I do know she and I made our peace after my coming out. I think she mainly was concerned for my welfare knowing I would face many trials and tribulations by being who I am. I don’t think any mother wants to see her boy in a dress, heels and makeup especially an only boy. But I do believe any mother loves her son enough to accept they’re wishes, she may not have liked it much but her love for me never was a question! Happy Mothers Day.
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