Parent Talk

Dear Mom and Dad,

               How nice of you both to float by in the clouds together.  We really need to talk.  You’d be proud of me voting for a half-white guy for President and he won!  Sorry to report that the good old boys still run the roost.  I know when you were down here I went a little overboard with your ultra-liberal beliefs and became a rebellious, law breaking youth.  But, you taught me how special I was and implied that life was fair.  Well, I have learned I am as unique as one blade of grass on the football field, one grain of sand at the beach or one drop of water in the ocean.  I also have learned that life isn’t close to being fair.  Why did you try to hide the crap that was bound to land on me?

               But, that’s not what I want to talk about right now.  You had such high hopes for me, so I need to come clean with what’s been going on down here.  I hope you are both settled up there in the convergent zone because this is big news.  As much as you were hoping I would turn out different, I am not gay.  I like girls.  I hear you saying “Good grief, where did we go wrong?”  Maybe you can quit using the term “good grief” now because there is no good in grief.  I have more to get off my chest while you are here.  I met a girl and I like her and she’s white, like us.  I am sorry to disappoint you, but inter-racial grandbabies may not be seeded by me into this grand melting pot experiment called America.  By the way,  I have been having nightmares imagining you two doing the same things she does to me. 

So there it is, I am out of the closet.  I had to clear the air.  Go ahead and rain on my parade if you want, that’s what clouds do.  But, I feel the wind kicking up again, so you better hurry up.  Hope you float by again real soon.