My grandma...
...was sitting at the dinner table with other members of the family, eating and chatting. At one point the conversation turned to "how my friends are doing at uni", so I described that one of my male friends has a new boyfriend, and I'm really happy for them since it's been a challenge getting over his last break up.

There's silence for a few seconds. My nanny dishes up some peas. "Well, you be extra nice to him then Siv."

"Er... why?" I ask, rather asking for it.

"He was obviously abused when he was a kid. Probably by some older bloke, like his dad or something. Getting into a relationship will be a big thing for him!"

Yes folks, that's right... my grandma believes that to be gay you have to have been abused when you were a kid. She's "extra nice" to them because of that belief.

My friend's going to visit me in the summer. Not looking forward to them meeting now...
(Sivvus trolley collision in the fruit aisle led to a jam, Thu 1 Apr 2010, 14:06, 2 replies)

Not looking forward to it???/
I'd be on tenterhooks.
( Mockingbird Practitioner of SCIENCE, Thu 1 Apr 2010, 14:10, closed)

Isn't that how it works
Once your abused you have to make the life choice to be gay or an abuser when your older
(NuffMuff fucks shrubbery, Thu 1 Apr 2010, 14:11, closed)