I am Queen
It had been a good day. So, I went to the movies with mom. Watching "Bohemian Rhapsody" was really a thing for our two-member family at the moment; something we didn't need at all, something mostly needed. My mom and I were holding hands, she was laying on my shoulder for the most part of the movie. When the not-many gay scenes popped up, a gap happened between the two of us. It felt like she could really only love and care for me entirely if I hid what I am. My grandma loves Freddie Mercury. She says he's a macho man and pretends to herself he's not into men. Gay people can't be awesome, she can't enjoy them for who they are. Sometimes I wish I had seen it by myself; there were inner aspects looking me in the eye and trying to speak with me directly. I've never been a huge fan of Queen (though I thought I could've been), but I used to tell everybody that "Love of my life" was the song I would play for that one and only, when the re...