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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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Oral Fixation is a live true, personal storytelling series for adults dedicated to community building and social change.
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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Before my wife and I married, her parents decided to move to Florida. We decided to get married a few years later and got married there in Florida. My wife's little sister was always a cute bubbly kid about 8 years younger than me. She was always my best friend in then family. About a year after we were married and living in another state her parents decided to visit family in the state next to ours and asked us to come over for the weekend. Their plane was to visit there, then in a few days after we left to come visit us. When we left we decided to take my wife's sister with us so she could visit her old neighborhood. On the way back home, we kidded around, we both wanted to ride shotgun while my wife drove. My sister in law at the time was just 17, cute as a button with a really cute ass. She jumped in and sat on my lap. and we were wrestling for the seat, when I started to get a boner. To my surprise she said oh my, what do we have here. I turned red, she jumped in the back seat then my wife came out got in the car and we left. Nothing was said at all, very little was even said at all. When we stopped for gas, my wife went to the bathroom, and we were alone. I got done pumping gas and sat back in the car waiting for my wife when my sister in law, said wow, I know why my sister married you. I was perplexed and said what, she said "you know, your big dick", again I turned red again. She said "don't be embarrassed, you should be proud of your manhood". I just kept quiet. Now there was an awkward big elephant in the room, the rest of the trip home I sat in silence, thoughts of my wife knowing her sister gave me wood scared the shit out of me. It was a Saturday when we pulled in to our townhouse, we went in and my S/I/L asked if she could use my car to visit friends, I agreed and she winked at me as she left. On Sunday my wife was still going to college part time and had 2 classes on Sunday, she said she was leaving and my S/I/L said she was taking my car to see friends. They both left, I expected them to both be gone for most of the day. About an hour after my S/I/L left she returned with one of her friends, she wanted to show her friend where we lived. I was sitting in a pair of gym shorts and a wife beater just chilling, when they both went in the downstairs half bath, I thought it was odd, but who knows what 17 year old girls do. When the door opened, they both came out in panties and nothing else. They had a joint lit up and walked over to me and started trying to get me to smoke, I finally did and told them that they needed to get dressed. Both girls had phenomenal bodies and very nice round upright breasts. My S/I/L/ said come on show us your dick, i refused, but I must tell you it was beyond hard at this point. Then her friend came up and slid her hand under my shorts and grabbed my man hood, and said, fuck that's big. By that time I was just about to shoot my load, then my S/I/L came over and started stroking her friends pussy through her panties, when that happened, they girl got soaking wet and squeezed my dick so are I thought she was going to break it. IN no time we were on the floor with no clothes on, I reached down and started playing with her friends pussy along with my S/I/L. Trying to keep from touching my wife's sister, I was sucking her friends tits. The next thing I know the friend pulled her panties to the side and with one fail swoop, shoved my cock deep in her pussy, as I layed back I look up and there is my wife's sisters pussy about to come down on my face, shit it's gonna happen and I can't stop and really don't want to. I started sucking her clit with all my might while her friend his giving me one of the best fucks I have ever had. Pretty soon I was starting to cum, I pulled my cock out and shot my load up the friends belly and all over me. To my amazement my S/I/L leaned down with her pussy still on my face and began licking cum off of her friends belly. I tried to get up by my dick was quickly engulfed in my S/I/L mouth. As I sat there starting to get hard again in my S/I/L mouth I asked the friend if they had been together sexually, she said no but they had always wanted to be. I pushed them off of me and asked them to put on a show for me, and OMG what a fucking show it was,my S/I/L sucking hr friends pussy, her friend sucking her pussy, it wasn't long before I had another ragging boner. But this time I was fucking my very cute S/I/L. I fucked her doggy while she ate her friend pussy, then I got on my back with my S/I/L on my dick fucking me like a five dollar whore, and eating the tatsy pussy of her friend. I guess we must have fucked three times that day before my wife came back from class. that first encounter was 25 years ago, and we have fucked many times since. My wife works out of town a lot so, when she goes out, my S/I/L finds and excuse to get out of her house at least 1 day and we fuck like rabbits, she is still one of the best pieces of ass I have ever had, and her pussy still oozes honey when I eat it. She is trying to find her old friend to see if we can repeat the afternoon of 25 years ago. Dayum, I'm gonna have to call her as see if she can sneak out later, I need to taste that sweet slit of hers.
Such a long story this is but nice one.
Back in 1979 been married about 2 mouths when i came home and found my wife with her sister and brother in bed. we had a talk and found out they been doing it for years. lets just say for the next 3 years we had fun with our 2,3,4 somes. her brother stop and got married and all that. her sister became a lesbian but for the last 40 years when she and /or her girl friend come for a visit we have fun i can not c** in girl friend p**** (she dont like men and c**)
I love it. Love yo have been there.
“I love it. Love yo have been there.”
“Yea that is nice YUP haha Mrs nice”
Reminds me of me and my sister-in-law many years ago she is still nice today.
Fake or not, this is weird as shit. Don not ever get married.
My wife’s half sister Sarah is 20 years younger than my wife. Her husband left her and they divorced because she gained a lot of weight. Their divorce was final last May, they have three young kids, oldest is 8 years old. She needed a job so I helped her hire where I work last January. Her sister in law watches the kids because she’s a stay at home mom and Sarah pays her $200 a week. Sarah and I work the night shift so she sleeps in the daytime and picks her kids up at 4pm. Sarah invited me in coffee when I took her home. She left the room and came back in her nightgown, I could see through it. We talked, she mentioned how her ex cheated and hadn’t touched her in over a year. She’s very pretty 5 foot 9 inches 200 pounds. I told her she needs to find someone who will touch her. She said I’m the only guy she knows and said she knew I wouldn’t be interested because she’s fat. I started getting a boner. I said just try me. She grabbed my hand and led me to the bedroom where we got it on pretty good. Now almost every morning of us having sex she told me she’s pregnant. I told her I can’t afford a divorce. She told me not to worry but if it ever came to that she’d take me in a minute. I hope it never comes to that. Not sure I could keep up with a woman 22 years younger than me on a daily basis. This will be my only child because my wife had two grown kids when we married and her tubes are tied.
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