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Mom smiles brightly at me, "That's my girl," Vivian and Jessica came to my house to prepare for the party. The two ransack my wardrobe, and I let them. I don't wear most of my clothes. I only have plenty because my mom forces me to shop with her. I don't like wearing dresses or fancy outfits. I like baggy pants and tank tops. Mom thought I was gay when I was younger. That's why she would take me to do 'girl activities' as she calls them, and she's ecstatic that I found my mate__ a man.

"You're not normal. You should be normal like all the boys your age." I don't personally know any gay people, but I know they're so many out there. I just have to find them. "That's not true actually, there are so many gay people my age." "I don't want a gay son Ander. Deal with it." I don't want a gay son. I don't want a gay son Ander. I suck in a deep breath, only realizing now that I zoned out. My mother is in her head again as she's currently making breakfast for her 3 children before they go off to school. It's 2 in the fucking afternoon.

Mom nods her head, confirming Mary's understanding. "I haven't done that since college." Mary says, her eyes wide with anticipation. "Women are the best pussy eaters, Mary. Trust me." Mom smiles. "I'm not a lesbian." Mary says.

I’d rehearsed it in my head a thousand times. The speech. The confession. The look on her face — shock, disappointment, maybe even heartbreak. I thought I’d cry. Thought I’d stutter. Thought I’d run halfway through and leave her sitting in the silence I couldn’t handle. But none of that happened. Because when I told my mom I was gay… she didn’t flinch. She just blinked once and said, “Okay.” Like it wasn’t a confession.

My mom is a traditionalist. Unlike my liberal dad, who didn't mind me having a boyfriend, my mom never forgets to remind me to stay pure and keep myself for my mate whenever she calls. That is why I declined when Jamie offered to go home with me. My mother is blunt to a fault and will never pretend to be polite to him. This is not the right time for them to meet.

I smiled from ear to ear, loving this passion sweeping through me. "So you're definitely gay," Mom said, lifting her face. "Have you ever been with a man?" "I've been with my boyfriends," I said. "Emphasis on boys," Mom purred. "I asked if you'd been with any men?" "I suppose not. But I'm definitely gay." * * * Mom calls dad. * * * Sheila Miller "Why would you call Dad?" I asked.

Mom requested. ****

I agreed right away so I would know if this is a prank or a rare opportunity once and for all. We agreed on a time tomorrow. I couldn't just leave work and take the day off so I just made up an excuse to take the afternoon off. I went back home to change into a formal outfit, something I haven't done in years. When I looked presentable enough, I left the room and my mom who was watching TV with Vincent did a double look at me. "Do you have a date, Adam?" She asked in a teasing yet amused tone. My mother knew I was gay at the age of eighteen and she has always supported me since. She knew about Stanton and she also knew what that jerk did to me.

“Because he works for me. Everyone knows that, right?” I looked up and scanned the faces around the long table, seeking some form of agreement, reassurance—anything. But all I got were indifferent shrugs and exchanged glances. “I’m not gay,” I cried out even louder, and my mom quickly stepped in. “Honey, you don’t have to be shy. We understand if you like… well…” She tilted her head like she was considering the right words to say, and I couldn’t help but follow her gaze even more.