I am My Mother's Gay Son.

This fall when we were in Austin with my parents at a UT football game I got into a debate with my mother: Who is hotter Colt McCoy or Jordan Shipley? She thought Colt. I thought Jordan. The debate caused us to morph into two 14-year-old teenage girls; we both were equally applauded that the other did not agree. The debate ended once my father refused to take sides, and after my husband admitted he was on my mother's side of the debate.

I filed this into the conversations-ten-years-ago-my-mother-could-never-have-been-able-to-predict-she-would-be-having-with-me-one-day category. It's a fun category.

The first time this happened to us was a few years ago when we were at the Majestic Theater in Dallas watching Del Shores' Southern Baptist Sissies play. It is a very powerful play. It is most powerful for gay guys who grew up in the Bible belt. At intermission of the play my lips were dry and no one had any chapstick so I used my mother's super fancy (read: expensive) blush lip gloss. At the time I asked if she ever thought she would be sharing her lip gloss with her son- we laughed together at the thought!