Thanksgiving. Ken & I had been living together since July 4th weekend. Ken's parents lived in Carlsbad which was hundreds of miles away near the southeast corner of NM. I had taken a fill in course at The University Of Delaware where we learned all about America's National Parks. I was fascinated by Carlsbad Caverns.
a constant 56 degrees, stalagmites & stalactites still growing since the time of the great Ice Age,
bat caves & cave pearls, over 20 different caves to explore
the largest one called The Hall Of Giants covering well over 8 acres, and at dusk THE FLIGHTS OF THE BATS.
I had to go. After living together for over 3 months Ken finally told his Mother that he was living in my house. GASP! Was the sound I heard coming from the phone. I really could not understand how someone could be closeted especially to their parents. But not all parents were
as deliciously loving as Mother. I do believe that all Mothers know that their son is gay even if they never admit it to themselves. How could they not? They gave birth to this child, they raised this child, and they know this child better than they know themselves. Maybe that's the reason. Mothers give all of themselves to their children and in the process actually lose themselves. Ken told his Mother he thought he might be Bi. Bi-Sexual. I had to leave the room so that his Mother would not hear me in my fit of laughter. I wasn't invited. To Thanksgiving Dinner. Not because of my laughing but because Kens parents wanted him to come alone and meet with their Priest. Another fit of laughter when Ken told me this. Not because I was going to be spending my first Thanksgiving alone but because Ken had told me weeks ago about this very Priest molesting him for years. I wanted to go to that meeting even more than I wanted to hike Carlsbad Caverns. But alas I didn't get to do either. Not during Thanksgiving. I did however go to Carlsbad for Christmas that year and at the time I wasn't sure which scared me more. Watching thousands of Bats flying out of a Carlsbad Cave at dusk or the hypocrisy of a Carlsbad family sitting down for Christmas dinner. I went back to Carlsbad Caverns several times over the years. I never stepped foot in that Carlsbad home again. I figured out the answer real quick.