“Are you sure?” I asked my kid staring off into the distance, not seeing the passing scenery flashing by the passenger’s car window as he navigated the Houston freeway.
His terse response made me look at him sideways. I get that from him a lot. Not sure if it’s because it’s a mom thing or what.
“Question? Really, I thought it was queen,” I responded, ignoring his snort. And eye roll. I know he was rolling his eyes at me. Again something I get from both my kids. I’m beginning to think it has to be me. But really, question? I had no idea.
And what the heck is question or questioning? And isn’t – or wasn’t – it rude to say queer? I can’t keep up. I don’t mean to sound dense but pluuueeazzzeeee help me muddle through these speed of light social niceties.
Welcome to my very straight-over-50-divorced-mom-learning-curve-off-the -cuff conversations I have with my son. Who, by the way, came out in his late teens and just entered his late twenties. Ssshhh don’t tell him I told you that…he’s sensitive to getting old.
Hahahaha
I’ll give you a minute to stop laughing and collect yourself. Old, my ass…wait until he hits 50. LoL! Okay, moving on.
🏳️🌈 LBGTQ
I turned to google, which then sent me to Wikipedia; “To recognize this inclusion, a popular variant adds the letter Q for those who identify as queer or are questioning their sexual identity.”
Alrighty then.
Clear as mud?
Yeah, stay tuned for more insights into my life lessons which happen to be pretty entertaining for some inexplicable reason. For me, sometimes the lessons take a few times to sink in. I’m a bit of a slow learner. What can I say?
Sending you love and happiness. ❤️
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