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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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Feb 19, 2014, 02:42 PM EST | Updated Dec 6, 2017
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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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My daughter is 24 years old and still does this to me if i forget to lock the door.
Omgosh I remember those days..lol it was a chore..lol
This is such a lovely picture showing mother love <3
Now my kids are adults my dogs do exactly the same now, theres no winning.
hahahahaha! love it! I remember when bananas in Australia cost heaps ($12.00 AUD a kilo), I would have to sneak away from the kids to have one.
Probably an unpopular opinion but if a kid can ask for the breast they are probably too old to be breast feed.
Yesss. And it only gets worse when they're teens.
Partner could be looking after the kids while you take a shower. :-(
Gah this is terrible but something about that little snuggly baby beside you makes it worth it
Oh yes but i.g my other 2 pulling at my shirt mom mom mom I'm hungry
Less laundry and less fighting with a toddler who doesn't want to. You gonna do it for her?
Single mums having to push through because they are it. There is no one to step up and help out.
Honestly, all of these will be misses for the while i have kids but i can't wait... i want children even more now! i love this post!
'Uh..oh..don't do that, go away, watch tv or something' there,that's more like my mom..she is such a good cook but so perfectionist that she didn't allow me to help when i was little..
My mum taught us to pick up after ourselves, even at that age - otherwise we'd feel the wrath of dad. And once she had cleaned it was expected to stay that way - as she put it .... "you can play, but we're not pigs so we will not live like pigs" The same with closing doors to keep the heat in "were you born in a barn...no...then shut the door" (never understood the barn. But I always shut the door)
kids need rules and boundries ofc.. but you also need patience and let your kids be kids.
For a lot of reasons, saying that Mom is a maid really raises my hackles. We all do a lot of things for our kids. I don't know, but when it gets said like that it's almost like an expectation or a task. I willingly did all those things when the kids were little, but I wasn't a maid! Not for my own kids.
I love this mom. She doesn't sweat the small things, and looks to allow her children to be little and enjoy life.
Two under control , now try to see what the third one is trying to do.
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where are all the dads when this is going on???
thanks for your concerns :) baby is not even 2 years old... btw my own kid is 3 and still breastfeeds at night and I don't see anything wrong with that. have a blessed day !
lol sorry, I commented under the wrong comment :) These are stay home moms ... they have to do everything alone while dads are at work :) that's why they are not in the picture. I am one of them, that's why I decided to show how my days with kids look like :)
That's all good. Just wondered why the dad wasn't helping out...
You don't see anything wrong? That doesn't mean it isn't wrong- just that you haven't studied into went to stop breast feeding properly. I hope for your & their kids sake they aren't old enough to remember being breast fed when they are older, that kind of thing will screw them up in the head.
Taking the pictures. I wouldn't let in a total stranger to take any of those pictures especially with bare bottoms and going to the potty.
If you are okay with showing the world photos of you going to the potty, etc., you probably have no problem letting a stranger photograf you like this. And who said the photographer has to be a stranger if not the dads (which it wasn't), it may be a friend.
You do notice that this is a MOTHERS DAY photo shoot, right? It’s talking about kids and mothers.
The dads are working, so moms can stay home and bond with their kids!
bond with their kids = clean, cook, take care of everything so the dad can just rest when we comes home? Smells like 1940s.
Hooking up with underage girls or the whores attending College in town.....
Working. That was a stupid question.
Providing. Who do you think supplies everything?
Some of us are busy working our arses off for over 24 hourams a dat to put a roof over our wives and children's heads.
Just sayin dude...just sayin.
My husband's job is super stressful. I don't mind if he comes home and relaxes. If I ask him to do something/ want to go somewhere he'll take handle of them. I don't know why women think it's the "1940s". It's a partnership. If they can't understand that then kids were probably not the best option.
Maybe at work so they can make money for the family to live on ever think of that?
I think this re-confirms my childfree status.
Mine too! And ppl keep asking me why haha.
Very good for you. Best you keep it that way.
Reinforcing yet again that not having kids was the smart choice.
I'm thinking abt that too :(
And I'm not old enough to not have the 'you will one day want kids' reply every.single.time
@Random Panda - Show me on the doll where it hurts you that I don't have kids. Parents are the arrogant ones anyway. Trust those of us who know - YOU are the only one who thinks your kids are cute.
Not everyone should have kids,and it is good you recognise this. The worst thing in tge world is when a selfish,ignorant,immature fool has a child by accident,and then tye child pays the price and later society. The world thanks you for not unleashing more of your dna and creating more people like yourself. You made the right choice,and we thank you.
Why so bitter? If you feel that strongly about not having something, you may want to think about root causes rather than boast about it on the Internet.
Reinforcing that i agree w
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