Every few nights I go to a car meet or meet up with a group at Denny's/Panos/Wherever. Last night I was supposed to detail my friend's Lotus Elise. Actually it was getting a turbo kit and I was going to detail it while he did that during the middle of the night. Well I had been suspecting that they were thinking I was going out and playing with a fuck buddy for the past two months. Last night my mom goes "OH, I want the address of where you'll be going" I asked her why and she said "Well, I just want to know if anything happens to you where you will be." ... Which seems like she's just over protective. However...I said, "Just because I'm gay doesn't mean I'm a fucking whore" and then she started crying. And then I knew I hit the nail on the head. I'm not a whore though. This pisses me off. It's hard to convince people that you're not something when they have convinced themselves otherwise. It pisses me off that my parents can't even think of me as somewhat of an individual and not in terms of gay stereotypes. ...I don't even know how to go about this situation.