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And My Parents Don’t Know I’m Gay? Part 1: Vogue

Wed, Mar 18, 2009

Confessions, Poll

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This is the first in a multi-part series by our contributor Anonymous Bosch, a college student on the west coast who won’t reveal any more details. Well, except these:

When I was a toddler, I would toss my plane, train, and automobile models in the trash can with a snarl, then steal away to my nine-year-old sister Eden’s room and reach up towards the porcelain dolls on her dresser, crying in agony because my stout figure could not grasp what I truly wanted. She would shove the dolls into my arms and then push me out of her room, slamming the door behind her so she could carry on with her phone call, commiserating over her lack of cleavage with her fellow flatties.

It wasn’t until I was six that I discovered the Bible, and by that I mean my mother’s monthly subscription to Vogue magazine. After she had finished reading the fashion and culture review, I would take it to the bathroom and feign a long poop, leisurely thumbing through the seemingly endless glossy pages.

Just one look at the September 1981 cover my mom had saved in a stack of old issues and I fell in love with glamour. Staring deep into my soul was Brooke Shields, her green eyes reflections of the massive emerald enveloping her throat, held taught around her neck by cords of gold.

I jumped up from the toilet and ran to my mother’s jewelry box, pouring its contents onto my parents’ bed. I searched through the piles of sterling silver and cubic zirconium until I found a semi-acceptable substitute for Brooke Shield’s emerald.

I made my way to the kitchen table, chest puffed out, walking on tippy-toes, proudly showing off the cameo brooch I had tied up around my neck, flanked by my mother’s wannabe-Pucci scarf I had slung over my shoulders. My mother’s jaw dropped as my father’s eyes widened. Eden just stared.

“What are you doing with those?” asked my mom as she turned back to the stove.

My dad took hold of my shoulder and said, “You know those are for women, right?”

I was so confused. A few minutes earlier, I had been standing in front of the mirror awestruck at how lovely I looked. Everyone gawked at Brooke Shields. Why not at me?

“Go on Eden, help your brother put this stuff back,” ordered my Dad. “Then come and eat! Your mother actually tried today!”

Later that night, I was so troubled by my parents’ failure to recognize my bejeweled beauty that I couldn’t fall asleep. I left my room, dressed in my boy pajamas, and descended the staircase, where I could hear my mother on the phone, speaking to her friend on the telephone.

“It was absolutely hysterical!” she cried. “He must have seen me wearing them last week. He’s a born actor, trying to imitate his mother. Now didn’t your son put on your husband’s boots one day and pretend to fix cars? Yeah, they all….”

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8 Responses to “And My Parents Don’t Know I’m Gay? Part 1: Vogue”

  1. searchingwithin Says:

    Somehow I think his parents do know at some level. Boys especially, show indications even as toddlers. Girls, on the other hand, you see tomboys all the time that are not gay, so you might not catch it, but boys are much more obvious. Also, for boys, the Mother it seems, is much more likely to see it than the Father who is in denial.

    I hope Anonymous Bosch finds a way to show and be proud of who he is. How sad to feel the need to hide who you truly are…for any of us.

    Every single one of us on Earth needs acceptance.

  2. Beth Says:

    I think parents make a big mistake in over-gendering their kids. My brother and I were allowed to play all sorts of games and he regularly played with both cars and dolls. Including my barbies. I played with his guns, etc. Dressing up as a princess or a pirate really was never seen as a boy or girl thing–my parents just didn’t care what we were playing.

    Leave sex and gender identity out of it until the kid at least is old enough to know themselves what they like. Sometimes play is just PLAY.

  3. Nora Says:

    Aww amazing story! Yes, parents might be a bit in denial, but a really funny story:)

    (Oh Em and Lo, thanks for your comment on my website by the way!)

  4. Elizabeth Says:

    I can’t wait to read the rest of this!! :)

  5. Dave W Says:

    As someone who’s into eyebrows, I miss the days when everyone admired Brooke for her bushy brows. Now everybody is all threaded and waxed and preened to heck! Boo! Those thin, wispy arches remind me of Cruella de Ville.

  6. Rolando Says:

    I really do look forward to a “part deux” to this, but only because… this came off awfully stereotypical to me. The kid who liked to play dress up is obviously gay? Not really…

  7. Wendell Says:

    I was going to write something, but then I read Beth’s post and have amended what I was to write to “what Beth wrote.” So clear and straightforward!

  8. Black jack Says:

    I also completely agree with what Beth said. Also I think that the author should be proud of who he is and should tell his parents about his sexuality when he’s ready, so that he can live without any regrets when it comes to his family. Coming out to my mom was the best thing I ever did, granted some people react badly but it’s worth it in the end to know they love you for who you are not who they think you are.


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