“What would the neighbors think”…words that my mother use to live by. I have words that I live by…such as,” love thy neighbor,”…I like mine better. For a long time I lived with my mother’s saying in my head, even though I knew it wasn’t for me. It takes time for each person to develop their own sense of self…if they ever do. Living by my mother’s words led to many years in the closet…it’s stuffy in there, and crowded, :). In no way am I blaming my mother for my choices…she was living in a different time, when her world view was considered normal.
So what is normal…I have no idea except to say I’m not it. My family and I do not fit into what society would call normal…thank God. What this really means is that, in this family, you are free to be yourself…gay, straight, clean shaven, hairy, but I draw the line at smelly…we have to live together after all. I prefer the word quirky, instead of normal. Imagine if your parents said, “can’t you be quirky?”, instead of, “can’t you be normal.” I bet we would all be a little more accepting of ourselves and our neighbors.