At the end of August, I had to go back to France in an emergency for some serious family business. During a conversation with my mother where I was telling her about a friend of mine whom she also know and how he had recently signed the French equivalent of a Civil Partnership with his boyfriend (she didn't even know he was gay), my mother suddenly asked me if I had a boyfriend.
Missing only just one beat, I emitted a laconic "no". She then, I think, asked me why I hadn't, to which I replied that it wasn't that easy. We moved on to something else.
That was it: how I was outed by my mother. No drama, no fanfare, no tears or screams. Typical.
Anyway, I just wanted to say (in case you hadn't noticed), I am a big poofter!
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