I am not unaware of the fact that I am very lucky to have come into the world to loving, supportive parents.
Jim and I have talked - a lot - about folks we've known, friends and acquaitances, who've struggled to find acceptance once they've come out. You don't have to go far in the gay world to find people who've been rejected, thrown out, turned away, or even just held at arm's length because of sexuality.
My friends, almost all of them, are marked by a closeness to their mothers - Jennifer, Leigh, J, even Dr. T, come to think of it. They guide us, support us, believe in us. I'm not sure any of us quite understand the situations faced by people who don't have that. I can see, even now, in the Most Adorable Nephew in the Universe, a devotion to my sister as his mother. As I watch her, I think this is something she's always wanted to be (not least to be the all knowing, center of existence for something she can raise). And I want to tell him - I will, someday, "you are a lucky kid." (And I am a lucky uncle, especially since I will have two, soon.)
It would be easy, and a bit reductive, to say that I'm writing this post because of the help Mom gave me to be able to write this post. The wonder of itall, to me, was having her say "I can see that you are trying very hard to make a go of this writing thing, and I support it." It means the world to me. You can't imagine. Now if we could just get her to post more comments. Come on mom - Garance's mom writes for her blog. :) In any case, thanks for believing.