Hope everyone out there had a chance to read a beautifully written guest column on today’s letters pages by Phillip Brock, administrator of the Unitarian Universalist Church of Spokane.
It’s about his journey as a gay man growing up with the knowledge he was different. It also sketches how far our society has come in acceptance.
When I told my mom, she cried, because her vision of what she had wanted for me was now very different, but mostly because she was scared about how I would be treated.
Two years later, my mom and I ended up sharing an apartment together. Tony, a guy from out of town that I was dating, had just left, and she and I were watching television. We had not talked about my being gay since the day that I came out to her. Suddenly, in the silence, she said, “You know what, Phillip? I like Tony much better than any of the girls you ever dated. I’m glad that you are happy.”
My relationship with Tony didn’t work out, but my mom and I grew closer from that moment on until the day that she died.