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.