Nov. 3rd, 1980-something

You liked guys, well you liked guys and girls, but that's not the current issue. Your mom, Beverly, was downstairs making dinner, and you decided this was the right time to tell her. You usually helped her make dinner, so it wasn't unusual when you strolled into the kitchen, talking about your day at school as you chopped vegetables. "Oh, mom, by the way, how would you feel if one of your kids weren't straight?" You ask, turning your head to her. "This is hypothetically, right?"