My mother certainly grew up in an world where homosexuality, I think, was equated with weakness. I don't think she feels that way now. But I remember a time when I was doing a community theater production in Raleigh and I went to lunch with my mom and a friend who was a doctor, I believe. Afterward my mom communicated to me that the doctor sort of warned her, 'The theater is a place where there are a lot of homosexuals.' Thankfully, for whatever reason, when I heard that, I thought, That's fu..ed-up. But what kind of number would that have done on me if I were gay?