If it's any consolation, my Gran follows me and Kev around the house, radiating disaproval and supervising us. Any gestures of affection between us are treated with sucked-in-breath-of-distaste.
My Gran essentially sees Kev as some sort of transvestite becuase of his hair.

Grans are stuck in the past. You cant hate them for it, you just have to put up with it. And make sure you never turn into one when your granchild brings home 'my girlfriend and my hermaphroditefriend, we all love each other and have just had a full-nerval-link-up operation!' What is considered acceptable changes.

We'll be cool when we're old though, right?