Coming Out to Mom Part 3 - The Long and Winding Road

Posted by BB | Labels: , , | Posted On 16 December, 2009 at Wednesday, December 16, 2009

I, Beloved Boyd, am a Gay Mormon Boy and everything I say here is the truth to the best of my knowledge:

Bree Van deKamp Hodge, a Desperate Housewife that sometimes reminds me of my mother. Always prim and proper and always keeping up an image that fell in private. She also had a Gay SonMy mother is Like Bree Van de Kamp from Desperate Housewives. She always had tact and so never mentioned my history in public, only in complete privacy. As a result of this “tactful timing,” I hate, riding in the car alone with my mother. The front seat of the car would be made more comfortable if it had spikes, that’s how great a long drive with mom could be.

This particular occasion was no different, but first a little back-story.

By the time I was a senior in high school I had found a sport that I did well at. We will call it tennis (It might actually have been underwater midget tossing, but to protect certain peoples identities we will call it tennis). For tennis, I had to travel to competitions around the nation. I used this time to also look at colleges and so that coupled with the fact that she is my mother, mom nearly always traveled with me.

So by this point in my life my mom had seen my Internet history filled with gay porn about 4 times. Those sadly were only the times I got caught. While we were traveling we would normally fly directly into the closest airport and car time was kept to a minimum. This particular trip I had a competition at the Air Force Academy in Colorado Springs. I should have seen it coming when we flew into Denver instead of Colorado Springs like we had in the past, but I missed that fact completely.

While Bree reminds me of my mother, Bobby's Mother played by Sigourney Weaver acts and speaks a lot more like my mom. She is always asking me 'What are you thinking'
Have you ever driven from Denver to Colorado Springs? I know it is only about an hour and a half drive, but that trip the silence lasted for eternity. It was complete and utter silence in that car as my mother prepared her questioning for me and it took us until we were at the outer gates of the Academy that she finally asked me:

“What are you thinking”
I mumbled some response. That was her cue to pounce apparently.
“How is your ‘problem’ going?”
“Now?” I thought to myself. “My event starts in about 30 minutes and you want to talk about this now?” Instead I told her that it was going ok (it wasn’t)
“Well you need to fix that before you go to college” she said “It wouldn’t be fair for you to dishonestly take someone’s place because you couldn’t keep to the Honor Code”
I thought she had finished, I could see the parking lot ahead and then she asked me:
“Don’t you agree son?
She had spent a car ride in silence to get to this moment and I didn’t have the heart to tell her the truth that I was getting “worse”. So I told her:
“I think anyone who can’t uphold the Honor Code is taking a spot away from someone who really wants to go and should leave on their own out of shame.”

It is surprising how our own words come back to haunt us later in life. But that is another story for another day.


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