Day 3 – Your parents

Dear mum and dad,

I love you.  We aren’t a family like the kind of families I see my friends in.  I rarely see you, and if I do see you, it’s usually a special occasion.  I realise it takes two to tango, but we all know what made things awkward, pretty much from the age of 19.  I do really hope one day you can completely accept me for the person I am, and not just partially.  I always try to see the good in every situation, and I am thankful that you still talk to me, as many guys and girls in a similar position do not have it as easy.  I wish I could talk to you normally about it, but due to traditional and religious values, I’ve accepted many years ago that this will never happen.  Occasionally a joke or a passing reference will come to pass, and I’m amazed you can even do that.  Doing that gives me some comfort that you’ve come to terms with it over the last 8 years.  Having the friends I do here, I notice that the country lifestlye is very different to the city, and I could never truly be myself out there on the farm.  Dad, you told me once you were afraid of what your friends would think of you.  Quite frankly dad, and as much as it kinda hurts to say it, that’s your issue, not mine.  I hope over the years since you told me that, that your views have changed.  If anything, you should embrace it – but to me, I’ll always be seen as the sinful child the devil got a hold of.
Since I moved out, going on a decade ago now (wow!), I’ve always hated the relationship we’ve had, meaning I wish I could see you both more and not just be a family via facebook.  That’s pretty much what it is, and before facebook, we were basically nothing.  I appreciate so much the every-so-often call from you mum.  Loved hearing all of the family goss via you.  I was amazed when I saw you’d signed up to facebook yesterday, as I didn’t even think you knew how to use a computer 🙂 Either way, you can see my photos now.  Just don’t judge me how dad has.  Yes dad, I hate hate when you have an issue with a photo were I’m having fun.  So there are a few photos of me pashing boys, and a few of my pashing girls.  There are far worse ones that are hidden from you, purely from your reactions.  My friends say I’m insane for even having my parents on my facebook, and you are hidden from seeing a lot of things, but from what you can see, take this as my way of reaching out to you.
I don’t want our relationship to fall even further apart.  It sometimes feels like I’m not even your son.  I am nothing like my siblings, in the SLIGHTEST.  I’ve been through a hell of a lot, and I feel like I never had your support.  I do not blame you though.  I blame our religion.  Yes, I said it.  I BLAME our religion.  However, I am thankful of you raising me religious, as i don’t believe I would be the humble and kind person I see myself as today without it.  I just HATE the way our religion teaches.  I do not go to church anymore.  The church does not accept me, therefore I do not accept it.  This does not mean I have given up on God, I just do not like the church’s hypocrisy.
I love that you are travelling around Australia all the time and that you bought the motorhome – i think it is amazing – it’s like a house inside!  I do think however that you should not just travel around our lovely country.  Go and explore the world while you still can.  I know you always said dad ‘There’s so much of Australia I haven’t even seen yet’ but I think you’ll appreciate the amazing world as a whole if you go explore it.  I really hope to be able to one day, but I need to save lots to do so.
Congratulations on being together for so long.  I admire the story of how you both met, at a local dance.  It really does bring a smile to my face.
I don’t want to be seen as the outcast of the family, but rather as equal.  I do not know if I’ll ever provide you with grandkids, I really do not.  I just want your approval of me being happy, and I still to this day do not completely feel like I have that.
But, luckily I’m very independant and I make my own way.  I feel I have friends who support me here.  i really do hope the world will change it’s traditionalist views one day.
I love you,

love Matt

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June 28, 2010

Hey, I’m just a random noter who saw your diary on the front page. Your letter is wonderful. I don’t know your story, but you should really send it to them 🙂

June 28, 2010

Random noter here too. That was a lovely letter. I could feel it.

June 28, 2010

… *Hugs*…

June 28, 2010

June 28, 2010

They actually think its something called pityriasis rosea… we think. But since I heal so slow, as its only supposed to stick around for a few weeks, it could take up to a year to heal and they need a better opinion of what it might be because it should be gone already as it has been going on since early March. When I say heal slow, I mean slow, I still have bright purple bruises from over 2 weeks ago. That all has to do with my heart over functioning. *sigh* My tattoo is still healing as well, I imagine that’s going to take a while longer. All the best sweetie 🙂 Eddie really was awesome. I do think he is still around, which is why I wrote about him the way that I did. Memories like that should never die, and even though physically he’s not here, I’ll always believe he’s close 🙂 Love, laura

hahaha i wish it was last weekend or whenever you were here, time gets away from me maybe i have mild memory loss. anyway! i made mark flash his chest (can’t really call them boobs i guess) at a bunch of guys and they all pointed and laughed, i loved it. it was interesting, and a bit sad to read this letter. its weird how people’s views on life are so different with the age gaps between these

generations.. i like to think that this generation is way more accepting of being gay/lesbian/or whatever else you feel you are, but there are still probably a lot of people out there our age, who if they had a child and in 10 years they felt a certain way they would still be sort of shut down.. i dunno… I sort of always fantasized on how my kids will turn out when i am older and have them,

i wrote more but deleted it then realized i wrote it all wrong and my two minutes was up and i couldn’t delete these comments and start again BLAR my mind is going too fast and my way of typing it so it all makes sense can’t keep up

anyway one day when i have kids i hope they are comfortable enough to be who they want to be and not be scared of anyone one who is going to judge them… i think those people don’t understand so they just look on it badly ps i think guys who are born chicks and then get a sex change to a guy are totally hot

June 29, 2010

Well! I don’t know that there’s a girl out there who doesn’t love a good Australian accent. Thanks for the note!

June 29, 2010

haha No it’s not worth the drama! I just made a new diary by the way, It’s called “glass-half-full” so feel free to bookmark me 😉

June 29, 2010

aww. this almost made me cry. “This does not mean I have given up on God, I just do not like the church’s hypocrisy.” this is so the point i am at. i am not even the one being discriminated against, but i hate that others are. so much. you seem like such a strong person. It is so amazing all you’ve been through.