Wisps Posts Tagged as 'Mother'
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I came out to my mother when I was 17 years old and no longer residing in her household. I didn't expect a good reaction so I called her on a public phone and announced it to her. She cried, became quiet and told me she suspected it but that she loved me, no matter what. I didn't have to lie to mother anymore. It was freeing. I visited her a few days later. She had time to absorb and ponder having a gay son. She cried again, I asked why and she said because being gay meant I was destined for a miserable life. That's impossible, it was such an overwhelming feeling to be me. I had to prove her wrong. She asserted conditions for my new identity: no meeting of "my men," I must continue to have a masculine presence, especially around family and don't get sick. I ignored her, introduced her to every one, told as much of the family as I could bear and kept my masculinity in check.
My mother recently confided to me that she used to receive dick pics from my croc daddy in the US mail while I was living with him. I thought, he might have done it as revenge for my unwillingness to absorb giant dick pain and or tricking him into being a gay bottom. When I took him to Gay Pride he cried because he thought I mistook him for one of those. He was straight. His shit was no joke but he was. A child molester was my educator and entrance into the gay world. I also figured my mother and I were even. Her boyfriend tried to brutally rape me. Mother's boyfriend was two years older than me, my croc daddy was 55. Our boyfriends shared the same culture, understood the nuances that make people vulnerable, and always seemed to be creepily plotting something sexual for us. Neither man represented our community. They were perverts sidling up to mommies so they could play with their children. (Now I know why she tried to cut him out of my photo albums.) I understand her comments and I realized her concern. My gay education came from perverts. The community hates itself more than the media loves it. Clicks work for a minute, the families we create are fake and we all die alone. We need less "Boys In The Band" depression and more gay reality awareness so we can come up with better coping mechanisms. Not smile at weirdos taking advantage of us because of politically correct etiquette.
I apologized to my mother. My croc stalked me, stole from us, used me, beat me up, tied me up and raped me. Afterwards, he thought of not releasing me because he was afraid I would kill him. You bet your life! But I had no choice, I begged for my life, stroked the psycho's ego and he loosened one arm while he Soniced out of the apt. I was stalked by my ex, my mother was stalked by her ex and I was stalked by both exes. I spent a lifetime trying to prove mother's sentiment wrong but in the end, she was right.
(Pic of my daddy croak included. Mother destroyed my croak dic picks but y'all can ask mother if she kept her copy.) 26-Oct-2020
I miss mother/son activities like squishing birds together. 19-Sep-2020
"All" men are perverts! 16-Sep-2020
I asked my mother why she didn't gloat to her senior compatriots about her son having served the President and she said never. They would kill her while doing the laundry. (Give me a break. She's in Florida surrounded by Cubans.) 01-Sep-2020
Porn and masturbation were two ills that my mother expunged from her household.
When cum commenced squirting from my penis I was as aghast as Carrie when she saw menstruation blood for the first time. I was so concerned that I reluctantly asked my mother for her medical opinion. She had me pull my drawers down, pull it out, hold it while she examined it, kept the answer in her head and slapped me away. "Ah, it's nothing. Leave me alone."
The first time I saw porn was my mother's bedroom dresser drawer, hidden underneath the aroma of the cleanest sheets on the planet. It was 101 ways to please a lover. Every position highlighted with a photograph. That did not look like the abuse sex I was having. It looked beautiful. My mother was a hypocrite.
I was taking a bath one day and I stood up to use the rubber shower hose, cleaning my specials... when mother walked in. "That's never going to happen in my house." A beating with a rubber hose was enacted and I sort of accepted it because even though I didn't masturbate at that time, I knew I had before and she knew it too! It was past due punishment.
Boyfriends were not immune to the rule. My stepfather would set up appointments at the nearest brothel just in case my mother got sick (on her period.) He "too" did not believe in jerking off. I knew this because I had to interfere when sex workers started calling my mother for payment. Of course, they're still together.
"I aways feel guilty after I come." 18-Jul-2020
Oh, by the way, they still exist 32 years later, fucking each other's brains out (thanks Viagra, I actually recommended it) and making anyone younger than them, miserable. 12-Jul-2020
Blame my mother for telling me this shit. (Sharing.) 12-Jul-2020
My mother's requisite for a boyfriend or life partner was:
had to be latin,
with great cock,
a job, responsible,
a bit rapey and idiotic.
Before my stepfather became part of the family he had to pay her overdue bills and mama proposed that if he ever wanted to get any of this (pointing to her vagina) he needed to pay these ASAP.
Two hours later he produced paid bills and we had a new daddy. She acquiesced in satisfaction. She applied lady cement before sex and had him bemoaning that my father must have sucked, it was so tight. Even when confronted with the exes (they were "friends of the family") my stepfather never accepted that my mother had hundreds of boyfriends before him. He stated to me that he would have left her otherwise. That's feminism! 12-Jul-2020
When I finally blurted out to mother, the family members (sister/cousins/boyfriends) that sexually molested me as a child she contested with:
"They are family. What do we you want me to do? Stop talking to them?!" 03-Jul-2020
You lose your identity. 01-Jul-2020
A most devastating thing happens when you accuse your mother of racism and she has nothing to say. 30-Jun-2020
My mother has a cure for that gamey taste only adults can cipher from meat and poultry without preservatives. She washes it in Clorox... and she's absolutely right. (Argh.) 23-May-2020
After proclaiming that she hates when people talk about other people or jobs (she held one for two minutes) she's not affiliated with, she exclaims to me that I shouldn't talk about personal ("gay") stuff because it upsets me. She then continues to give me her opinion of the situation I can't talk about, lest it upset me. I got upset. She won. 02-May-2020
My mother has evil tendencies and is psychic.
(She may be the Phoenix but I'm the Flash. We run.) 30-Apr-2020
My mother treats me like I'm that interesting thing she saved from the woods.
Mother: it's cute. I can play with it awhile. It'll keep me company while daddy and daughter wreck. I can become the best caretaker on the planet!
Mother: adorable. I wonder what I can teach it? It will be so much fun teaching it all sorts of things...and dressing it up. We must dress it up.
It has an opinion.
It's nothing like yours.
Mother: Oh. I Know! We'll throw cash and presents at it. The less I have to deal with it the better and I will receive gobs of attention and pity for taking care of a complication. That thing is not playing by our rules. I've tried...woe is me... END SCENE
She stops me from realizing my purpose. I don't know what I'm doing here, either.
(the pic is of me and my sister.) 28-Apr-2020
My mother is pure evil disguised as a care package. 23-Apr-2020
Me: ...they sexually abused me.
Mother: stop blaming other people for your problems.
DISCUSSION END. 18-Apr-2020
My mother wants me to apologize for all the abuse she thrust upon me.
"It's what every child does. I apologized to your grandma, right before she died and we prayed... and that's how I know she's in heaven." 17-Apr-2020