This is a bit of a conversation I had with my mother (not all direct quotes) over the phone a couple nights ago:
Mom: So, is there anything I can do for you, or get for you to help you get through your finals?
Me: Uh...money?
Mom: Well...
Me: Really Mom, there isn't anything I really NEED; some positive thought would be nice.
Mom: Okay, any specific reason?
Me: Well, I have a presentation tomorrow night. Our final projects were to make some sort of creative representation of what we've learned over the semester and I wrote a play.
Mom: Okay.
Me: And so I'm nervous to present my play because it has become quite personal.
Mom: How so?
Me: Some parts of it have sort-of become my coming-out story.
Mom: Do you think it's a good idea to present that to your class?
Me: Well, homosexuality has been talked about in the class a lot. It's a Gender, Women and Sexuality Studies class, so we talk about sexuality and minorities all the time. I'm only concerned because it's so personal.
Mom: You think that homosexuals are minorities?*
Me: Well of course! And I don't really have a lot of time to get into all of the reasons why, but for starters, I can't even get married here if I wanted to. There are adoption issues, and tons of discrimination...
Mom: Okay, yeah, I can see that now.*
Me: Well Mom, thanks for calling, but I have class in a half an hour.
Mom: Alright. I love you, keep your chin up.
Me: Thanks. I will. Love you too.
* These were direct quotes from my mother, seriously.