we all love our parent’s right?
they raised us to be who we are today.
their teachings and guidance effects how we do things now.
yes there are some who raised themselves.
some who are not as close.
you know i feel you heavy,
but this entry goes out to the foxhole whose parents are in their lives.
who they can call up and say, “mom or dad… guess what?…”
the ones who don’t want to disappoint them.
the ones who are scared of them.
i had to ask…
Will you ever tell your parents you are gay?
i got the question from watching this weeks episode of haves and have nots.
yes i am hooked on it and no i don’t care.
on the episode called “angry sex”,
one of the parents found out that her son maybe gay.
in complete and utter shock,
she immediately goes to wherever he is and passive aggressively asks him.
before he could admit it,
she basically told him he is,
get a vixen in his life.
natural looking black…
that’s what he will like.
that’s what he will find.
that is all her and his father will ever accept.
she came off damn near scary.
i was honestly terrified for him.
she reminded me of those intimidating black mothers.
they almost remind me of “show” mothers.
the ones who expect their child to grow up a certain way.
they plan out every last details of their lives.
funny they never do it…
…or rebel until their private parts fall off.
i had to wonder what would the scene be like if it was his father instead?
in this lifestyle,
many of us are living in private,
many don’t give a fuck what anyone thinks,
some are scared of what society thinks,
while others are even more petrified by what our parent’s think.
when being raised christian and hearing “gay is wrong”,
you start to conform yourself into trying to play up what will be acceptable.
don’t even get me started on the carribean families and their culture.
you start to think:
“well if they think this…
society will always think this as well…”
even though some of you are brave and ready to stand on the front line,
many are not and that is okay.
i try not to judge.
i’m sure even if my parents were alive today,
i wouldn’t have told them.
i was raised in a very… judgmental household.
loved them dearly,
but they were.
my mother was the type to check internet caches,
snoop through my things,
and had a million and one questions about damn near everything:
…and how ima smack the caps off yo knees.”
Is your reasoning for being d/l or discreet based on your upbringing?
don’t be shy.
no judgement here.