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.