They want me, they want me not.
Ha ha, I remember when I met each of my husband’s grandmothers the first time. They were both gracious and polite, but I wasn’t what they had in mind, to say the least. I’m sure there are grandmas out there who are cool with a gay grandson, but that’s not the experience I had. (As for my own grandmothers, I don’t know how they would have taken it. We didn’t get the chance to try it; they both died too early.)