My mother, born in rural NC, in 1924, once asked me, with the usual unconditional love in her eyes, “Honey, could you just be a gay man? I’m afraid someone will hurt you.” With 'learned-from-the best’ unconditional love in my eyes, I said, “no Mama, I tried that. It won’t do at all.” She said, “I don’t want to hurt your feelings. I’m just afraid.” I said,”I know, Mama. I love you too.” We had a long hug, and both shed a tear. She never mentioned it again.

R.I.P. MAMA😍😘😇