tsatske
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Joined: 3/9/2007 From: Louisville, KY Status: offline
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This is, for me, at least, a rather difficult subject. I try to make as few judgements as possible about things that are none of my business. By the make up of that sentence, if English is your first language, you should gather that I do make some. I am offended by certain things. When I am offended, i try to look at it carefully and decide 'Why?' is it really any of my business. I remember the most heart stopping two minutes of my life on this perspective. My son came out to me on his twenty-first birthday, at six in the morning, while i was driving him to work. As we got in the car, I said, 'Happy birthday, sweetie', and he said, 'Hey, yea, I'm twenty-one today. That's probably a good time to come out to your mom, don't you think.' Now, I am well known for being disgustingly openminded. It's amazing my brain doesn't fall out of my left ear. (Okay, it does sometimes). So, he told me he was bi without blinking. After all, I'm out to him, and I'm bi - why would i have a problem with it? Then he started hemming and hawing around. He said, 'I'm kind of scared to tell you the next part.' My heart stopped. considering my attitudes, what in the HELL could MY son want to tell me that he would be afraid to tell me. And the only thing I can think of - I'm thinking, Oh, God, He's going to tell me he's a pedophile. He's going to tell me that it's consensual - he's going to call himself a 'boy lover' or a 'girl lover' or something. Oh, God - With a calm voice and a carefully arranged, calm face, I said, 'Darling, you know there is nothing you could ever tell me that would make me love you any less.' (That much, at any rate, was absolutely true.) He said, 'Oh, I know that, Mom.' Then he tells me he is TV! TV! Fucking TV! I do not want my child's memories of coming out to me to be a bad memory, so I just smile at him and tell him i love him, and ignore the burning desire to smack him upside his head that is the exact same desire i had when he wandered off at the fair when he was eight! TV! Good God almighty, but who CARES what he WEARS? or who he marries? or who he fucks? I mean, as long as it's consensual, and he does EVENTUALLY get around to bringing me some grands ( if you are out there reading this, son, your mom wants to be a grandma. I know you didn't know that yet, so i thought I'd mention it here.) He said, 'I was afraid of what your image would be of TVs, because of my Uncle.' I said, 'sweetie, I am deep enough in the alternative community to have several TG friends, none of whom are as crazy as your Uncle.' And he laughed and said, 'Oh, yea, of course you are - why didn't I think of that?' (Yea, BEFORE you stopped my heart) It is true - as the survivor of childhood incest, i do have a judgement against those who use children for sexual gratification. Against those who use non-consenting partners. ( here is an issue - a LOT of different definitions of consent, in this big, wide world of ours...) But MOST of the time, I do not have a judgement until it effects me. ('so you like <fill in the blank>? Oh, well, that's pretty cool? oh, you want ME to fill in your blank for you? Uh, I think i have some prejudices and judgements that are gonna kick in about now, about you and your blank...) I will say, most of the rules in this world, social and attribute rules, have reasons - selfish reasons. Non-judgement, and PC, are just like any other social rule - you will be socially more successful with those attitudes. Otherwise, you will miss a few great friendships. But, as many have said, we all do. Lord knows how many intelligent, nice, creative pedophile i have missed the opportunity to be friends with, and i think i will just keep right on missing...
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