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All signs pointed toward me being gay, but to my mom and relatives I was just a kid having fun. I was fabulous that night and I knew it; that is, until my father walked in and saw me.
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This story was written and performed by Mike Thompson for the live, personal storytelling series Oral Fixation (An Obsession With True Life Tales) at the McKinney Avenue Contemporary in Dallas, Texas, on March 13, 2012. The theme of the show was "One Night Stand."
"Watching Mike read his story on the night of the show was electrifying- like watching him come out of the closet right there onstage," says Oral Fixation creator Nicole Stewart . "I admire his strength to share this once painful but ultimately uplifting story of looking shame in the eye and choosing love."
I had a one-night stand with my mother. Now, before you go crazy on me, let's rewind for a bit to get some history behind this little love affair.
Growing up, I was the only child of an American-born U.S. soldier and a bombshell of a lady from Vietnam. His name was Gary, and hers, Lieú. It's the classic story of soldier meets beautiful Asian lady. Asian lady says, "Five dolla, love you long time." Little did my dad know that the five dollars he spent was well worth the return. They fell madly in love and after his tour in Vietnam, my dad flew back to ask for her hand in marriage. Four years later, I came along.
From early childhood there was so much expected of me. I was going to "grow up and do great things," my dad would say. I was immersed in sports, all kinds of academia, church and developed a huge group of friends. I was one of the cool kids back in my day. Even though I had everything going for me, deep down I was struggling as most kids do at some point. I felt there was another part of me that wanted to be free and I couldn't figure out what it was.
I was 8 years old when it became clear. Picture this: a banana in hand for a microphone, prancing around the living room in my mother's long, flowy nightgown, Donna Summer's 45 of "Last Dance" spinning on the record player and yours truly lip-syncing my little heart out. If you haven't figured it out yet, all signs pointed toward me being gay, but to my mom and relatives I was just a kid having fun. I was fabulous that night and I knew it; that is, until my father walked in and saw me. The look on his face was enough to make me feel like I had done something wrong. His eyes were full of shame and disgust as he turned and stormed out of the room.
For several years after, I hid in the little closet I created to protect myself. Outwardly, I was perky, playful and content but inside I continued to feel unhappy, confused and at times suicidal. When my friends started dating, my father hassled me about not having a girlfriend. One evening it came to this: "So, why is it that all of your friends have girlfriends and you don't, Michael?" he would say. "Why do you think I need a girlfriend? Don't you always want me to focus on school, sports and church? You know, 'to grow up and do great things?'" I replied. "Michael, don't you think that would include a wife and kids eventually?" he pressed. "Dad, I am in high school! I don't want or need a girlfriend right now." Without hesitation he said, "Well, you better not be a faggot!"
With my heart beating, emotions flaring and hands trembling, I muttered the words "I'm not" as I turned and slammed the door on my proverbial closet. It was conversations like this that started a broken record of messages that I played over and over in my head: "I am not normal. He won't approve. He won't love me."
Aside from my own internal conflicts, there was a constant tension in my house and happiness was a rarity. Mom and Dad always seemed annoyed, angry or sad. I guess we were all just good at keeping silent when it came to things that mattered. That silence was broken when my father chose to kill himself.
I was 16 when my neighbor and I found him in the garage with the car running. We pulled him out and tried to breathe life into him, but he was pale and solid as a rock. He gave nothing back -- he was gone. This was the first time I experienced death. I was filled with every emotion imaginable and I was surprised that these emotions included happiness. I was happy because I was free from my father, and the hold he had on my life.
With my father gone, I assumed the role of being the man of the house and took on all the things my father did. I took care of the house and cars, bought groceries, did taxes, helped pay the bills and made sure my mother was taken care of and healthy. She was all I had when it came to family, and we got really close. I gave her almost everything I could at the time. What I couldn't give her was the honesty of who I was and what I was truly thinking and feeling. I continued my "normal" life but the next seven years in the closet were the darkest years of my life. I internalized the same pressures of success and family from my mom and I couldn't help but play that same broken record: "I am not normal. She won't approve. She won't love me."
Jan. 4, 2002: I was 23 and had just moved home from college. I was in my childhood room unpacking my belongings, looking at old pictures of my family all together and "happy," listening to the same oldies that my father enjoyed all while reminiscing about my life in that house. For years I had not shed a tear over my father's death, or over the exhausting task of caring for my mother and especially not over the darkness I lived in. But in that moment, with years of images and words flooding my memory, I cried my heart out.
Hearing me, my mother came to my room to see what was going on because this was not normal for me. She sat beside me and asked in her broken English, "What wrong, Michael, what happened to you?" With my heart beating, emotions flaring and hands trembling I played it off saying I was sad school was over. As with most mothers, her instinct set in and she knew it was much deeper than that. She then grabbed my hand and looked deep into my eyes and said, "It okay Michael, you can tell Mommy truth."
She let me feel what I was feeling while holding my hand and waiting for me to answer. Looking at her, I could no longer stand it. I couldn't cry any more and no amount of prayer could help me out of the depth of sorrow I was in. So in climactic fashion, I kicked down my closet door and said it: "I'M GAY!"
Without hesitation she replied, "Michael, are you sure?" With my palm to my forehead I answered, "Oh my God, Mom, I'm crying my ass off, I have tissue everywhere, snot hanging out my nose and you ask if I am sure?! Yes mom, I'm gay." We both sat there for a minute in silence and waited for our hearts to calm. The weight fell off my shoulders and now I could see she was bearing some weight from the revelation that I was gay. We then started the game of 20 questions beginning with, "When did you know?"
"Umm do you remember when I was singing in your dress?" I started. "Ooooooh, Mommy remember," she interrupted with a small chuckle. "Daddy get so mad when he see you act like girl. He don't talk to Mommy for two days. Mommy think maybe you gay but Mommy not sure. You look so happy sing a song with banana."
As the night went on we continued to have conversations about my father, how I was going to tell other relatives, my worries, fears and eventually my hopes and dreams. This impromptu tryst of sorts was a huge relief because I was able to speak freely and honestly after not being able to for so long.
It was rounding 2 a.m. when my mom finally asked me what motivated me to come out. I shared this quote by Oscar Wilde: "To love one's self is the beginning of a life-long romance." After explaining to her what that meant, three beautiful words came from her mouth, "I love you."
It was the first time in a long time she said that, and it felt incredible to know I had her love and support. Since then, my life has been what I always dreamed it to be and much more. I feel happy and free to be myself, I have made many wonderful friends and I now have a beautiful man in my life that loves and supports me. I can proudly say I have "grown up and done some great things" like my parents wanted.
It all began when I chose that one-night to stand and love myself.
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Published: 09:29 BST, 9 April 2016 | Updated: 13:24 BST, 9 April 2016
A British mother and her son who are in a sexual relationship have gone into hiding as police have warned they could face 15 years in jail.
Kim West, 51, and her son Ben Ford, 32, who live in Michigan, US, told yesterday that they plan to marry and have a baby together.
But the pair are now in hiding after the US authorities became aware of their relationship, reported The Mirror .
The pair have been in a relationship since they met in 2014 and says they have 'incredible and mind-blowing' sex.
British-born Kim West, who says she is now in a relationship with her son Ben Ford, who she gave up for adoption and was reunited with after 30 years
Under Michigan state law, the couple could face up to 15 years in prison, and forced to sign the Sex Register for life.
Miss West and Mr Ford came back into contact two years ago after Mr Ford wanted to find out more about his birth parents and got in touch with Miss West.
They found themselves sexually attracted to each other and shared their first kiss over a bottle of champagne in a hotel before having sex.
And just three days after they had sex for the first time, Mr Ford told his wife Victoria, he no longer loved her and would be leaving.
He told New Day that he told his wife: 'Everytime I have had sex with you since I met her, I imagine its her I am kissing, otherwise I can't perform.'
West, who grew up in Islington, London, became pregnant while studying in California and after giving birth to her son aged 19, gave him up for adoption.
After Ford was adopted a week after he was born, she came back to the UK but was unable to make a relationship work.
But in December 2013, she received a letter from her son, who was looking to track down his biological parents.
And ever since the pair were reunited in January 2014, they realised they were attracted to each other.
Now two years on, he is in a relationship with his mother with the pair living in Michigan in what they describe as 'Genetic Sexual Attraction'.
And now they plan to marry and are even trying to have a baby together.
West, who works as an interior designer, told Alley Einstein of New Day: 'This is not incest, it is GSA. We are like peas in a pod and are meant to be together.
'I know people will say we're disgusting, that we should be able to control our feelings, but when you're hit by a love so consuming you are willing to give up everything for it, you have to fight for it.'
Incest is illegal in the couple's home state of Michigan and judges in the state are able to give out life sentences to those found guilty of the offence.
However, it is unclear if a case against them would be pursued and the couple say they would move if that were the case.
Ford first got in touch with his biological mother in December 2013, while living with his wife in Colorado, as he wanted to know more about his birth parents.
They arranged to meet up and the couple grew close, and eventually shared their first kiss.
Soon after, Ford, a freelance computer coder, left his wife after realising he had fallen for his mother and moved to Michigan, where they met with another GSA couple.
Now the couple are planning a special wedding and hope to have a baby together. They also say they will consider surrogacy, if they are unable to have a biological child.
Genetic sexual attraction is a seldom-talked about phenomenon that occurs between adoptees and their long-lost parents.
It describes feelings of intense intimacy between two relatives who have been separated during the critical years of development and bonding, and then meet for the first time as adults.
When an adult-child and their biological parent finally meet, the brain struggles to associate each other as family.
Instead, they become captivated with one another, sharing similar physical features, likes and dislikes, which is coupled with complex feelings of intimacy. This can lead both parties to express their emotions sexually.
The phenomenon was first identified by Barbara Gonyo in the Eighties, after she a wrote book called I'm His Mother, But He's Not My Son, which recounted her personal story of reuniting with the son she placed for adoption at 16.
Research by the British Medical Journal shows that half of people separated from relatives at a young age experience strong sexual feelings when they are reunited.
When families grow up together, an inherent taboo is created which desensitises them to sexual attraction.
But those who miss out on this time can develop powerful, obsessive feelings for their parents or even siblings in adulthood.
Australian couple John and Jenny Deaves who were estranged prior to reuniting back in 2000 and starting an intimate relationship
Genetic Sexual Attraction (GSA) is a term that describes the phenomenon of sexual attraction between close relatives, such as siblings, first and second cousins or a parent and offspring who first meet as adults.
The term GSA was coined 30 years ago by American Barbara Gonyo.
She wrote a book about the lust she felt for the adult son she had given up for adoption 26 years earlier. She never acted on her feelings.
One couple who have spoke out about their GSA relationship is Australian father and daughter John and Jenny Deaves.
It is understood that the pair were estranged prior to reuniting back in 2000, only seeing each other three times.
But once reunited their relationship quickly became intimate ending Mr Deaves marriage to then wife Dorothy.
However, GSA is rare between people raised together in early childhood due to a reverse sexual imprinting known as the Westermarck effect, which desensitizes them sexual attraction.
Experts believe that this effect evolved to prevent inbreeding.
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My son and I on our first camping trip together.
. After a week of moping due to my impending separation from Aidan's father, I decided it was time to find happiness again. Who knew a twenty-year-old camper and a weekend with limited cell service would finally do the trick?
Some of my fondest memories from my childhood were when I was camping with my father. We spent countless summers traveling up and down the east coast, with our motor home as our guide. It was those trips that created the special bond my father and I share.
My parents divorce limited our visits to every other weekend and the length of my summer vacation from school. But my father knew how to make the most of them. Camping was "our thing." Last weekend gave me the opportunity to make it a "thing" for my son and I as well.Aidan's father has no interest in camping and never wanted to go. So at the last minute when my father invited us to tag along on his camping trip, I jumped at the chance with no guilt. I couldn't wait to teach Aidan all about "roughing it." Plus the thought of me having some space from my ex for three whole days, made the road trip even more alluring.
We set off on our adventure Friday evening. Aidan insisted we both lay in the bunk while my father drove. I'm pretty sure this broke some sort of seatbelt law, but I justified it by telling myself it was more fun that way, and it beat trying to figure out how to strap his car seat into the chairs at the kitchen table.
Within 20 minutes he was fast asleep, making the three hour drive much more relaxing for me. For two entire hours I was able to listen to music on my Ipod and play with my Blackberry, without interruption. I was in mommy heaven.
When we arrived at the campground, Aidan woke up more excited than I had ever seen him. There was jumping and squealing, even more than I had seen from him at his last birthday party. Unfortunately it was already dark so we couldn't do much exploring
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