Yesterday night was fantastic. My friend H.P. had wanted to introduce me to his mother, as she was in town visiting. After their dinner, we decided to meet up at a bar in the L.E.S. which, fortunately, was closed for renovations. H.P. decided we should go to a gay bar, Starlight, with mom in tow.
Mind you, my mother is a fag-hag (though she never has been to a bar, gay or straight). I thought the idea of bringing mom along was novel and delightful.
After the cosmos and the vodka tonics flowed, people began looking at us, and not in a strange way, but rather in an inquisitive-yet-I-won't-dare-ask type of way. As the night progressed, we were engaged in conversations with the people around us saying how fantastic it was to have a mom at the bar.
H.P.'s mom was adorable, chatting away, asking people questions, sharing her own experience with respect to her son's coming out, etc.
I think the best part of the experience was that we got to share our lives and a moment with a maternal figure and not feel that we were offending her for being us. Weird perhaps, but something every gay man should do (with his or somebody else's mother).
A.B.
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Ooooo, spam. Just wanted to say that I loved that story. Not sure if my mother would ever make it to a gay bar. She barely can make it to the bar at a restaurant while waiting for our reservation. Interesting blog, I just added you to my daily reads.
The Lower East Side is closed for renovations?!
Seriously, you're a good read.
(There's a way to avoid the spam. An easy template change to something like "word identify". I'm not proficient in these areas but lean on my blogger friends who are. Let me know if you have template questions.)
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