I told my mom everything, even when I gave my first blow job. She never shied away from uncomfortable topics; small talk was anathema to who she was. In the nineties, she and I were both in psychoanalysis while she was also in psychoanalytic training. We discussed our transferences, our dreams, our childhoods. When I showed up for an audition with no makeup and an unbleached mustache, that was suc...