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- From: jhb@calmasd.prime.com (Jim Bishop)
- Newsgroups: soc.motss
- Subject: Re: Letter from my father
- Message-ID: <1992Nov21.221508.984@calmasd.prime.com>
- Date: 22 Nov 92 06:15:08 GMT
- References: <1992Nov17.204906.23339@oracle.us.oracle.com> <1992Nov18.042125.203@spdcc.com>
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- In article <1992Nov18.042125.203@spdcc.com>, dyer@spdcc.com (Steve Dyer) writes:
- > Daniel,
- >
- > I think it's a wonderful letter, full of vulnerability and awkwardness,
- > and sure, a little bit of denial, but quite generous, solicitous and sweet.
- > Would your father like to consider any honorary adoptees? I can think of
- > hundreds of lesbian and gay people, myself included, who would be thrilled
- > to receive such a letter from their mother or father. You should tell him
- > this, too.
- >
- > --
- > Steve Dyer
-
- Not being much for poetry I wasn't going to post this, but considering
- last summer's discussion of what Pride Parades are and aren't and this
- discussion, I've decided I will post it. It made me think about our
- Pride Parade differently and what it perhaps means to some non-gay
- people. Our local parade (San Diego) isn't much by comparison to say
- LA's or San Francisco's, but P-FLAG was still able to get a rise out
- of everyone and received the loadest cheers of any group.
-
- Anyway, the following was written by Mary Measom - "a P-FLAG mother
- from Oceanside" and is reprinted here without permission, but I don't
- think she'd mind at all.
-
- A P-FLAG MOM
- GAY PRIDE PARADE
- SAN DIEGO
- 7/18/92
- THERE WERE HUNDREDS AND HUNDREDS AND HUNDREDS OF THEM
- AND ONLY A HANDFUL OF US
- THEY SCREAMED AND THEY SHRIEKED
- AND THEY CHEERED AS WE PASSED
- YELLING
- THANK YOU, IT'S GREAT THAT YOU CARE!
- LOUDEST OF ALL
- AND CLEAREST OF ALL
- WERE THE SCREAMS THAT EMERGED FROM THE EYES
- OF THE HUNDREDS AND HUNDREDS AND HUNDREDS OF THEM
- WHO WATCHED AS WE MARCHED DOWN THE STREET
- I CARRIED A SIGN THAT STATED MOST CLEAR
- MY LOVE FOR MY SON WHO IS GAY
- SHE STARED AT MY SIGN
- AND STARTED TO CRY
- PIERCING MY HEART WITH HER PAIN
- I LEFT THE PARADE
- AND MOVED TO HER SIDE
- I HELD HER IN BOTH OF MY ARMS
- HER SOBS WERE INTENSE
- AND I TIGHTENED MY GRIP
- AS SHE WHISPERED HER SECRET TO ME
- "MY MOM HAS DISOWNED ME
- SINCE SHE FOUND OUT
- SHE SAYS I'M NOT RIGHT IN THE HEAD
- SHE SAYS THAT I'M WIERD
- THAT I'M ONE TO BE FEARED
- THAT I'VE CAUSED HER TO SUFFER SUCH PAIN
- DO YOU THING THAT YOU COULD
- DO YOU THING THAT YOU MIGHT
- JUST BE MY MOM FOR TODAY?"
- THERE WERE HUNDREDS AND HUNDREDS AND HUNDREDS OF THEM
- LOOKING FOR PARENTS THEY'D LOST
- THERE WERE HUNDREDS AND HUNDREDS AND HUNDREDS OF THEM
- BUT ONLY A HANDFUL OF US
-
- Jim
-
-