This is the wrong category for this post, but whatever.
Sensational piece of writing by my personal journalistic demi-goddess, Anne Hull. It’s a portrait of a naive, gay, 17-year-old boy and his equally naive mother. But I think it’s especially about the rest of us — the worldly, jaded, cosmopolitan, secular, sexxxtacular, post-post-bohemian creative-class-holes who think we know everything — who have to grapple with the exact same thoughts that seem so unformed coming out of the minds and mouths of Michael and Janice Shackleford:
Michael tried sending his mom a clue about his sexuality early on. He took her to a Cher concert in Tulsa, but she failed to make the connection.
“Apparently a lot of people don’t know she has a gay following,” Janice says, defensively. “The guys at work said how neat it was that I was going.”
She pauses, thinking back. “I have to say, it was a fantastic concert.”
Here’s part two.
Part three and four will be along next Sunday and Monday.