When I came out to my mother as transgender, she cried. She said she was
worried for my life.
She's right to be but I don't think that's why tears ran down her face
because unlike race, class or religion my 'decision' is not a reality she shares
with me. It's something she could hope I never acted on, but now her fleeting
chance to silence me is gone. I am much too brave for her comfort. (pause) She did what
was expected, she loved and accepted me for who I was
so why am i not satisfied? (pause) Why am i not satisfied? (pause) I want an apology
how can a son be holding his mother in his arms comforting her for the pain he
has suffered and will suffer at her hands?
I want her to say sorry for forcing me into a dress, I want her say sorry for
leaving me a mess, I want to make her feel small. I want her to say sorry
for it all. But instead she cries and I apologize. I apologize for the pain
I'm causing her. For the girl I've taken from her. For the lies she will tell her
friends to protect her pride. For the times I will be so gay she will have to
hide from embarrassment. When I came out I deserved an apology. When I came out my
mother cried. And I apologized.