So yeah, I'm homeschooled, which is kind of gay when you live in NY, but my mom actually makes my day as if I were in a regular school. She calls the kitchen a cafeteria during school hours stare .
If I leave my shoes downstairs on the living room somwehere she leaves a post-it note saying, "I am looooost, help me find the way to where I belong" on the shoes.
If there is ever a mother more queer, please let me know.