Me (A Letter): Fiction

Dear Mom and Dad,

I have to tell you about me. The whole me. No holds bar.
You won't like it.
You won't understand it.
But I can't control that. All I ask is that you love me, as your son.


As you know, my name is John Michael Donovan, and I'm gay.
A queer.
A fag.
A flaming homo.
Whatever you want to call it, I am that.

I've known probably since the fifth grade, and have wanted to tell you since... well, forever.
Mom, I know you can take this easier than Dad probably can. I've a feeling you've known for as long as I have (well, since you caught me singing along to your Bette Middler albums. A very gay cliche).

I tell you this now, because I'm in love. I will marry this man. Of course, not here. It's not allowed. Which is unfair. But this isn't a letter to shove my political views down your throat.. It's to let you know that your son loves his life. I really do. And I so desperately want you to be a part of it. A part of me.

I know you'll need time. I understand that. But please write me, email me, call me. Invite me over. We can talk about it. We can argue about it. We can beat around the bush, if you want.

I just want you to be my family. The Three Musketeers as we used to call each other. The only difference now is that I might be wearing pink (Joking Mom! I'd never steal your color).

I love you both, very, very much.
I hope you can accept this..and accept me. I will always be your son.

Love,
JM

PS. Mom- His name is Liam. I think you'd really like him.