Throughout the years and generations, my family has always been close to each other. For us, our relatives are listed among our closest friends. My mother is a very dear friend to me, even though I've not lived at home for years. We keep in contact and visit with each other fairly often. It was this very relationship that we share that kept me silent for a great number of years.

      As is our habit from time to time, my mother and I were discussing human nature and the conversation drifted over to the topic of sexuality. We discussed our various thoughts on heterosexuals, homosexuals, BDSM, and what not. (Yes, I know that we do not conform to the socially accepted ideals of what is OK to talk to your mom about).

      Eventually the topic of bestiality came around. She knew so little about it that one could even say that she knew nothing of it. I told her what I knew of it (without mentioning that any knowledge was firsthand experience) and the conversation continued on other topics till well into the evening at which time I headed home.

      Several weeks later, in another conversation, we were discussing various eccentricities of people we knew. Mom had always known that there was something "different" about me; through the years she would periodically ask me questions and I would either tell her nothing or to ask me again at some later date. She would accept my privacy and leave her question unanswered. At any given point I could have politely told her it was none of her business and she would have accepted it, but this time I felt comfortable enough to make an attempt at explaining the unexplainable.

      Getting the first words out was quite a chore, I stammered and searched for the right words to use but they eluded me. Finally I took a deep breath and just said the words necessary to get the point across. She listened without saying anything, then she asked a few questions. Before I said anything, I knew that she would love me even if she couldn't accept my lifestyle; she doesn't understand it, but she accepts it anyways.

      After the initial explanations, we both relaxed and joked around a bit about how that explained a lot of things. Once again, my mother demonstrated her ability to comprehend and even support ideas that seem totally alien to her. I feel that I am a very lucky individual to have a mother as loving as she is. The situation may have been different if I still lived at home, but then again maybe not.

by Tache