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May 23, 2014 11:10:01 GMT -6
Post by Absinthe on May 23, 2014 11:10:01 GMT -6
I've actually been writing again, which makes me very happy. This is a WIP spoken word piece that I started rattling off in my head this morning and figured I should get it down before I forgot.
I first came out to my mother crying into the mouthpiece of a Motorola on a call initially made because I couldn't be with her for Thanksgiving. It just broke out somewhere between 'I miss you' and 'I love you' finding its way across the line to my mother's ear without my consent.
Her voice trembled and I imagined her sitting among the half-finished holiday trappings, hand pressed to her lips, trying to understand how we got here to begin with. My heart stuttered and stopped when she was silent
a beat
too
long
But then it soared as she promised love, unconditionally. I was six years old again, fresh off a sibling brawl, bruised but mending with her arms around me in the embrace of 'It'll be okay'
Only, that knowledge of me didn't quite stick because I prefaced those words with an 'I think' too terrified of my own certainty
The second time I come out to my mother, she will know it as I do as a facet of my being, an unchanging rock at the cornerstone of my foundation. And I pray,
I pray
that she'll still wrap me up in her okays.
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Dec 10, 2021 21:33:07 GMT -6
Post by Sharon on Dec 10, 2021 21:33:07 GMT -6
I don't know how I missed this. This is such a powerful piece. Thank you for showing your vulnerability and sharing this with us.
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Dec 14, 2021 19:33:22 GMT -6
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Post by Absinthe on Dec 14, 2021 19:33:22 GMT -6
Thanks, Sharon. This one definitely still hits because to this day, I still don't think I've had an actual direct conversation with most of my family members about my coming out. They kind of just don't mention it. For now, its enough. Hopefully, someday we'll get beyond that.
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