The Day I Met My Parents

Hmm… My Parents, this is another difficult thing to write about. Well there is my mom. She is a sweet little lady. She knows I love her. She knows I am gay; she may not like it. She loves to cook; I love to eat. She has a strange sense of humor; it’s had to make her laugh. She has the have certain areas clean; but is at the beginning stages of hoarding. She still smokes cigarettes; and has a strange reason for doing so. She has the ability to humiliate you without using a Single curse word.

Now I started with my mother because she is that one constant in my life. Unlike my father, he does not exist. I was conceived through emasculate conception...