Out of nowhere I just remembered the time I came out to my mom. She was making beef stew. couldn't find the gravy master (don't ask it was her secret ingredient...she's been gone long enough I can say that I think) Me: Mom, I think I'm gay Mom; you think I don't know that? I've known before you knew. Now help me find the damned Gravymaster and go tell Papa dinner's almost ready. Yours is on the table.