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July 11, 2017

This weekend I was truly touched. My Mother's visit to Los Angeles was coming to a close and she agreed to accompany me to one final event- The Stockroom Retail Store’s Grand Re-Opening. We got there a little after the 8pm start time. We took a Lyft and walked into the crowded celebration. I made a beeline for the dressing rooms and put on my Syren Latex Madonna gown. Then Mom watched as I enjoyed Jay Rose’s Shine Station. (He did a good job acting like it wasn’t fun.) I took her hand and we walked around The Stockroom’s new digs. I must've introduced her to about 100 of my awesome coworkers and kinky friends.




What made me so proud wasn't just how the store has come back stronger than ever -or that my wonderful friends welcomed her with open arms. What made me so proud was the way that my 80 year old Mother simply embraced everyone there. She smiled as she took in all the sights (and sounds) and commented on how interesting latex material was. And how beautiful everyone looked. She even remembered some of the faces that had also attended some of my vanilla holiday house parties. And even in this strange new environment, she was herself, so comfortable and open.


Then as we entered the second room with all of the sex toys, she suddenly pulled me close and whispered, “Your Father would’ve loved this place!” This brought a bizarre joy and a sudden tear to my eye as my Father is no longer with us, but he knew about Hudsy Hawn and he accepted her, too.


Watching my Mom support this event softened me, it nurtured my healing heart and reminded me just how alike we all truly are. And it showed me that anything is possible.

Tolerance + Acceptance = Unconditional Love.

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