WHEN MY FAMILY DISCOVERS I DO NOT LOVE THE WAY THEY TAUGHT ME TO LOVE
When my mother asks Are you gay? I tell her I am sorry. When she asks How can you possibly love something that looks just like you do? I wonder how long she has hated herself. My sister shakes me by the shoulders and says: Mom will never be the mother you need her to be. She cannot give you the love you deserve to receive. This is something I am trying to accept. My mom insists she doesn’t mind the glitter, just the mess it’s left all over the house. She doesn’t mind my sexuality, just how it sticks to the furniture. She is not angry at me- just exhausted. Now, there is so much to clean before we have company.