Editors' Note: Mark S. King is a poz writer and video blogger ("My Fabulous Disease") who has advocated for those living with HIV since testing positive in 1985. His book, "A Place Like This," chronicles life in Los Angeles in the 1980's.
"A boy's best friend is his mother." -- Norman Bates, "Psycho"
I was standing at the ticket counter of the movie theater and couldn't believe my ears.
They were telling me that "Theater of Blood," with the great Vincent Price, was rated "R" and they were not letting me in without a parent. I was a horror-movie obsessed boy of 12, and was inconsolable. "I won't look at any sexy stuff," I remember pleading, "I just came for the gore!"
With visions of decapitations fading like an old blood stain, I made the long walk back home and exposed my broken heart to Mother, who made one of the grandest gestures of my childhood: she took me back for the late show. On a school night.
It wouldn't be the last time she had my back. Over the years she proved a trustworthy ally, and this was never more true than in the 1980's, when gay men often lost their mothers -- hell, their entire families - when an AIDS diagnosis was revealed.
After the jump, a special Mother's Day episode of my ongoing video series "My Fabulous Disease."