I had Thanksgiving lunch with my mom's side of the family. I'm only out to my parents and one aunt, and they're lukewarm about the idea, at best. So my uncle recently remarried, and his wife's family came to lunch. Her father, who is probably in his 70s and hard of hearing, kept talking to my parents about their son. Me. I was sitting there, unbound, being both amazed and sortof uncomfortable. I didn't want my parents getting mad at me for it afterwards. But yeah. That continued for the whole day. "Have you had any cake yet?" "-trying to sound really feminine- Um, no, not yet." "Someone get this boy some cake!" I wanted to grin and jump for joy, but I always had to tense up, waiting for someone to "correct" him. It really made me hope that someday, my family won't think he needs to be corrected. Sortof gave me a taste of what that might feel like..