My mother's dropped draw drags across the floor collecting lint. When we finally arrive at the Kitty Cat Club it is still daylight. I remind my mother that not every episode has to be a soap opera. The rest of my family awkwardly scolds her, each of them bracing for the clapback of femme thunder they expect from me. She displays her anger like a centerpiece at a supper table, bold and purposeful. 'You guys taking me here is the equivalent of you throwing me into a tank of hungry Lions.' she howlsĪnd it is not that I am offended by her statement, but I'm afraid that this is how she thinks of my love.Ī glass room of snapping mouths bearing sets of steak knives for teeth, Instead my mother accidentally throws a tantrum instead of a party. I was just hoping that when I told my mother we were on our way to a gay bar she would, I don't know. After my graduation dinner my family is on the way to celebrate at my favorite barĮverything is going surprisingly well until someone decides to interject
