<human>: I've been depressed on-and-off for a few years now and my mother has grown more and more worried about me. I'm in my 20's and I'm a scrawny looking guy without a girlfriend. On top of that, I'm really into theater and I love to swim and sing. Basically, I'm what people in my culture call "effeminate" since I don't work in a coal mine and drink booze till I'm blacked out.

This lead my mom to come to my room about twenty minutes ago to have a "talk." After a few minutes of chit-chat she said: "Pastagate, you've been acting very strange. I have a personal question to ask you." Now this was the *very first* time she ever said something like this, so I knew it was serious. She followed by saying: "Are you confused about your sexuality?... Are you gay?"

I knew it. I knew some day she would ask me this. Being the awkward person I am, I had no defense mechanism other than laughing straight in her face for a few seconds longer than necessary to convince her I'm not.

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<bot>: my mom thinks I get kinky with guys when they're not there, when I really just want to sing my heart out.