Poem of the Week, by CAConrad

6 thoughts on “Poem of the Week, by CAConrad”

  1. Dear Alison,

    Your story and poem touched me.
    My son Trevor is with me this weekend which is very special not only because we were not able to hook up for the holidays but also because we were not always this close.
    When he told me that he was gay, 12 years ago, at 18, , he also told me that he feared telling me because of my behavior and comments throughout is youth in regards to effeminate behavior.

    I was raised as a typical jock along with the vocabulary that did not respect those who did not show a masculine demeanor.
    French Canadian has or had its own peculiar labels: “ fifi, tapette, moumoune,petite fille, etc”
    He had definitely heard these words out of my mouth but not directed at him since he did not outwardly show these stereotype gestures.
    He was certainly sensitive, did not like rough housing, ran awkwardly as he played soccer and was and still is fantastic dancer.

    So I was a bit surprised but ….it soon fit in. I did not freak out and he was surprised.
    I was newly separated and the kids decided with whom to stay as they were older.
    Alyssa went with her mom, Trev stayed with me but soon after he told me , he moved out.
    What probably did not help was a stupid comment I made but really believed in at the time.

    Told him that I was fine as long as his coming out of the closet did not translate to him being “visibly” gay in behavior.

    Imagine!!

    All this to say that with Aids being treatable at that time, I was only worried about his future in an homophobic culture.
    He reassured me by telling me that as an actor, artist he was actually quite comfortable.
    His first hint was in fact when he was part of a play about kids affected by divorce (8 yrs. old at the time) and had a crush on a young technician.

    So there you go again Alison, your work with Aids affected individuals, muffins… all in all love, your loving self at work then and still.

    Gros bisou xoxo

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    1. Mario mon cher ami, you are always so kind. And so reflective. This story about your son, and you, and the ways we change and grow, goes straight to my heart. Love you.

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