Casual homophobia from mom

It’s a horrible thought, but I’m happy to experience casual homophobia for once, as opposed to casual transphobia. I was feeling a bit ill - due to my depression - and my mother asked me if it’s possible that I have HIV. You know, since I’m gay and I "sleep around". Deeply uncomfortable, but oddly affirming. I’ll take that over her weird rants about my "womanhood".