20 April 2007

License to Queer

I had a very interesting conversation with my mom a couple of weeks ago that I forgot to write about.

I was driving home from work on a Friday afternoon. She called to ask me some stuff about their upcoming trip down here to So Cal to visit me.

Let me back up a little. Since the big coming out experience, we haven't had another conversation about being gay. It was kind of like we talked about it, got it all in the open, and then nobody wanted to talk about it again. Well, in this particular phone call she decided that she wanted to talk a little more about it. And she said something that I never, ever thought to hear her say.

She told me that she and my dad had discussed it, and that no matter what I chose, getting married or finding a male life-partner, that they would be okay with that. They would be sad if I didn't get married, but they would still love and support me and my partner no matter what I chose for my earthly happiness.

I was awestruck. I could not believe that I was hearing those words coming out of the mouth of the turbo-Mormons that my parents are. I felt so much love from her that I was almost brought to tears - which is bad on So Cal freeways during rush hour.

So, at least from my family, I now have a License to Queer. I can truly say that from here on out, my decisions in life about my homosexuality are only about me and what I want for myself.

11 comments:

MoHoHawaii said...

Your parents really love you.

playasinmar said...

Wow, you have such great parents!

Kengo Biddles said...

Does your License to Queer make you a double-0 something?

My Best Is All I Have said...

You can call me double-O Hot.

agirlwho said...

I remember saying something similar to my MoHo friends. The truth is, I would be disappointed if they chose that lifestyle, but I would still love them. That is what I wanted them to know, how much I care for them wouldn't change. Like Hyrum Smith said, "Charity is the ability to separate a man from the things he does." So, it is a good thing to know that your parents love you unconditionally, but I don't believe that means they've given you permission or something. You make your own choices, they can't control your choices.

Beck said...

Sorry to rain on your parade, but for someone who questions at length who can or why one would call themselves a "mormon", or that "General Priesthood rocks", where does the "License to Queer" come into this picture?

I agree with agirlwho that your parents were loving you unconditionally, not wishing you the best as you make poor choices.

I'm all for you "finding your path" and exercising your freedom to choose that path and having your parents support and all, but am I missing something here?

Mormon Enigma said...

License to Queer

Uh oh, now you're going to go off and live that "gay lifestyle" (because, that's what 'they' do), you'll get AIDS, and die - and it will all be your parents fault - according to A. Dean Byrd.

Seriously, it sounds like you have great parents. I like to think that it how I would react if one of my children told me they were gay. Of course, being gay myself, it would be kind of weird if I turned all homophobic and stuff.

My Best Is All I Have said...

Beck,

Stop being a turd. This was merely a post about how much parents can love a child, even if that child were to choose a path other than what they would hope for.

Nice job of taking something completely out of context to try and show some sort of moral superiority. Where did you get your debate skills from, the school of Anne Coulter?

playasinmar said...

HEY! Ann Coulter is worth going straight for.

Enigma, there's nothing weird about gay Mormons being homophobic. Tragic but not weird.

Why did you mention A. Dean Byrd? that's a little reckless to mention him. If you say A. Dean Byrd three times in one thread he pops out of your bathroom mirror and...

uh-oh.

Beck said...

I'm sorry to have taken your comments out of context. I didn't mean to be a turd and hope that you will forgive me for being so "high and mighty". Sometimes I over-react, and apologize.

You're right. I ask for you to forgive me for my rudeness in even thinking that I know you well enough... I didn't mean it in any way other than caring for you.

My Best Is All I Have said...

Beck,

No worries, my friend.