Doubt The Rabbit
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To quote a recent blog post of mine...some parts will be edited out 'cause it ain'tchur business.
This is an account of the things I heard and felt when bringing up, in passing, a friend with strange fetishes - like mine - to my mother.
To be honest I had stronger feelings to express in my conclusion but got lost in thought about how judgmental my mother has been today - how much I realize that in this house, I would do best not to say anything about myself, what I really am, and what I've done.
It's okay, though. I'm not in any closet. I'm not afraid of being bisexual or a kink. I'm not ashamed of me and don't give a flipping **** whether other people accept me or not. I'm just ashamed that that's the kind of person my mother, the one person I expected to accept me, really is.
I originally wasn't going to post this, but I thought with all the "strange" people coming out of the woodworks lately, I figured it couldn't hurt.
This is an account of the things I heard and felt when bringing up, in passing, a friend with strange fetishes - like mine - to my mother.
A Blog said:[...]Too much emphasis is put on people who are out of the spectrum of normalcy. I believe this is what makes them act out. This is what makes them freaks of nature - because everyone tells them that's what they are. To be honest, I was appalled by my mother's point of view. She made it as if he was a demon. She made it as if he was beyond help. She made it as if there wasn't a doubt in her mind that this person was a freak.
Of course, it wouldn't upset me so much if all it meant to me was her point of view about some guy she didn't even know. No, it meant more. What about her point of view on me? Her being a Buddhist, I would have thought that my mother was more open to people's plights. [...] I thought she wouldn't resort to such a linear and judgmental way of thinking.
I was wrong.
Suddenly, as I become defensive for this man during our conversation, I realize this isn't just about some man. It's about me. What say you about me, mom? What would you think if you found out I don't just like men - I like women too? What would you think if you knew I enjoyed BDSM and fetishism [...]? Am I a monster, too? Am I a freak?
Tell me, mom, will you slander me behind my back the same way you slander your gay "friends" behind their backs? I put qotation marks around the word friends because you're no friend of theirs. You're two-faced and mean. You're a backstabber. Closed-minded and filtered. You're a hypocrite.
But it's okay. People like us...we don't need people like you. I'll find somewhere where I can express my feelings freely without being made to feel like some kind of god damned freak of nature. Clearly, that place isn't here. It never was, not with you.
To be honest I had stronger feelings to express in my conclusion but got lost in thought about how judgmental my mother has been today - how much I realize that in this house, I would do best not to say anything about myself, what I really am, and what I've done.
It's okay, though. I'm not in any closet. I'm not afraid of being bisexual or a kink. I'm not ashamed of me and don't give a flipping **** whether other people accept me or not. I'm just ashamed that that's the kind of person my mother, the one person I expected to accept me, really is.
I originally wasn't going to post this, but I thought with all the "strange" people coming out of the woodworks lately, I figured it couldn't hurt.