The Talk
Mom always said she’d support us
if any of us were gay,
no questions asked.
When I told her I was asexual
there were questions.
Well, how could I know
since I didn’t date?
Like that wasn’t an answer in itself.
Somehow the conversation ended with me
agreeing to join some dating sites that
summer, something we never talked about
back when we thought I was straight.
I never signed up.
The next time I told her she was silent.
Years later I showed her the episode of
Supernatural with the siren that appears
as something you most desire. The next day
she said that my siren would be a dog.
Sometimes acceptance comes slowly.
