Chapter 10

“Christianity is the truth,” she’d said, her words clipped and cold. “Not a lifestyle.”

“As is my sexuality,” I countered. “It’s mytruth. Not how I choose to live but who I am. Gay. Come on, Ma, say it. You won’t go to hell.”

I wondered again if Lee’s mother was anything like my own. If so, why was I arguing for her to visit? I had the summer off and didn’t need an old woman shuffling around the house trying to make me feel guilty for sharing my bed with her son.

But there was a part of me that wanted her blessing, her acceptance that I, too, was an integral faction in Lee’s life. Childish as it sounded, I wanted her approval. I didn’t want to be another one of her son’s nameless, faceless boyfriends. I was much more than that and I wanted her to know it, to know me