As I read about Mary, I could not help but think of a friend of mine's mother, who is the same sort/same generation/same style. There was a moment a few years ago when I was struck by the concentric circles of closets: my friend's gay, I'm gay, her mother's gay...I'm out to both of them, they're both out to me, they're not out to each other yet everybody knows about everybody .. ... ok this is entirely too confusing at this point. The story of Mary is like that but, cubed!
As I read about Mary, I could not help but think of a friend of mine's mother, who is the same sort/same generation/same style. There was a moment a few years ago when I was struck by the concentric circles of closets: my friend's gay, I'm gay, her mother's gay...I'm out to both of them, they're both out to me, they're not out to each other yet everybody knows about everybody .. ... ok this is entirely too confusing at this point. The story of Mary is like that but, cubed!
Exactly! Been in that hot seat too! And they act like yOu’RE the one being difficult!
absolutely loved reading this;