From a commenter on Gawker comes a cute story:
My mother was in a nursing home in Utah towards the end of her life and I was in Florida. I’m not gay, but my best friend since kindergarten is gay and we have lived together several different times over the years and we were doing so at the time of this story.
My sister called me out of the blue to tell me mom was telling everyone I was gay. My sister told her, “No, Mark and Doug aren’t boyfriends. Doug has a boyfriend.”
My mom teared-up and said, “Oh, no! Does Mark know?”
I’ve always loved my mom, but loved her just a bit more when I learned that she wasn’t really concerned about me being gay, but she was terribly upset that my supposed boyfriend was cheating on me.