The worst thing I could ever tell my mother. Once she told me that being gay would be as bad a marrying a black girl, and either one would be the worst thing that could happen to her. Combining the two banes, the absolute worst thing that could possibly happen is for me to be in love with a black man (thus finding a nice amalgamation of homosexuality and transracial dating). If the imaginary gay lover was part of a prison penpal program, I do believe my mother would have another stroke.

My mother's attitude about African Americans undoubtedly stems from her rearing as a Reorganized Mormonite.