It was 1995. My mom took me out to breakfast after she met my first real girlfriend. She asked me if

It was 1995. My mom took me out to breakfast after she met my first real girlfriend. She asked me if I was maybe gay. I cried. She said, “oh honey, I think I’ve always known.” She said she was happy for me. She said my girlfriend was a cutie. She held my hand and told me that my friends were going to be fine with it because they were awesome and alternative and loving (all true). And she seemed genuinely relieved to know the whole truth of me.

I had already told my besties. To the one, the only pushback I got was when I couched my coming out (in fear) in a “but don’t worry - I’m not attracted to you” and they ALL said, “ok, but what’s wrong with me?” Because they were and are the best. My sister was like “ok drama queen, like duh” (I think I told her first) and then my mom marched with GLSEN that same year at our First Pride.

I went back and forth, in and out of the closet a few times, namely when I was trying to be a “Good Catholic”. And each time it was my momma who reminded me who I was and how wonderful that was.

My mom wasn’t a perfect person but she loved her gay daughter in this moments so perfectly.

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