So, my son wears girl pants...
Yeah, he is 15 years old and wears chick jeans. He is size "0". He spends more time shopping and trying them on than I EVER have for ANY pair of pants in my life. I know because for some reason he likes me to go with him when he buys his clothes. Most of the time I count myself as damn lucky my sons want to go anywhere with me. So when he asks me to go with him shopping...I go.
In the beauty shop today there was a conversation about the trend of guys wearing girl pants. Since my son had just left after getting his hair cut I mentioned he wore girl pants. Almost immediately and in a whisper, one woman asked if he liked girls. Huh?
Before I could recover from that one...dun-dun-dun-dah...does he like boys? Ex-cuuuuuse me?
I didn't know there was a correlation between wearing girl pants and sexual orientation. It is an understatement to say her comment was rude. However, I gave her a shock by saying that it wouldn't bother me if my son were gay. You should have seen the look on her face!
Of course I went on to say, being gay wouldn't make me love him any less. It wouldn't compel me to try and "save" him either. It would worry me though. Choosing to be and live openly gay is very difficult in our country, but all in all, it wouldn't bother me.
After much blustering this lady said she didn't believe me. WTF?!!! She is certain, that ANY mother would care if her son were gay. Holy Crap! Now I'm a bad mother too? Since she already thinks he is gay by wearing girl pants I didn't get her point. My mature reaction to her was an outburst of laughter.
Really, it was like being caught in an episode of the Twilight Zone. I actually couldn't believe there was someone so ignorant sitting in the chair next to me.
My son Shmoo (he hates it when I call him that, but what the hell...it's my blog!) is what is known as an "E-mo Kid". Yeah, he likes all that angst ridden, screaming, girl friend left me, died, ran way, the relationship is over music. Although I can hardly count myself as a fan, I do listen to most of his music. *see me shudder...twice* It's pretty depressing stuff.
OTOH, three years ago he was playing Shania Twain night and day. After that it was the Backstreet Boys. He even had a brief Britney Spears period...complete with skanky Britney poster on his closet door.
While his heart currently belongs to E-mo, he also listens to BB King, Eric Clapton, Ray Charles, John Mayer and James Taylor. He even knows who Emmylou Harris is. He has endured my CDs of the soundtracks of Hope Floats and Chicago. He has grown up in an extended family infatuated with Frank Sinatra.
Sure, he'd love it if he could look like Sonny Moore in the group FROM FIRST TO LAST . Sonny is the beauty with the long black hair. Yikes!
But for right now, my son's hair is its' natural brown, his ears are pierced, but he doesn't wear any makeup or have any tatoos.
He'd like to die his hair black...we said, ummm...No!
He'd like to tatoo one arm...yes the whole arm. To say or show what, who knows. We said..uh-uh, no way!
He wants to pierce his bottom lip, one OR maybe both sides. Yeah...No!
He makes decent grades, and is a fairly obedient kid. Below is a picture of him with his older brother from last October which I've posted before. His hair is a little shorter, but basically, he looks the same. He sure is scary isn't he? Braces and all! Check out the girl pants!
Hey, maybe he's gay, maybe he isn't...
*sigh* *huff* *eye roll* "Yes, Mom, I know you don't care if I'm gay, but I'm not, OK? Geez...do you WANT me to be gay?!!!"
So, my son wears girl pants...