At last…
Sunday, January 20th, 2002At last. I finally did it.
It all started out on Friday night. Dean was out of town, so I had nothing to do. It was awesome. At some point, though, I decided that I needed to go on a quest for polyester. I decreed that my sister and I needed to leave.
We went in search of polyester and, to no avail, we got coats instead. I got this neato “leather” (it’s really vinyl) coat from Goodwill instead. I wanted something different, but for Goodwill, I can’t complain. Later we went to the mall because Spencer’s Gifts was going out of business and everything was 90% off. Yay! to that. Then to Java Joe’s. It was good times.
She asked to drive on the way home after I got off the interstate, because she won’t drive on the interstate. I told her that I would get it.
When we got fairly close to home I finally asked her, “If I ask you not to tell mom and dad something, would you promise to keep it to yourself?” She said that she would.
I explained to her that maybe she had picked up on various clues, that I had not been dropping, but that had come up when she was with my friends for instance. Then I told her that I was gay.
Her first response was, “That’s fine. I am totally okay with gay people.” I knew she would be, but it did me a world of good to know that it was true for a fact.
We talked. I told her about various parts of my life that she didn’t know about. We briefly discussed hot guys, and it was good. She asked questions, and I answered.
She asked if I had/had ever had a boyfriend. I had to deny it. I didn’t want to. I wanted to tell her with all of my heart, but I decided it would be for the best for now. I decided that with Dean’s older age, I shouldn’t perpetuate anything. With his lack of hair, the idea would only be exagerated. My parents had been saying that he was “turning me gay” since I met him.
I decided that she needed time to adjust to me telling her that I’m gay and her actually having it be set in stone. She felt bad that I have never had a boyfriend as far as she knows. She hasn’t either, she told me, but since I’m older than her, it only seemed fair to her that I should get a boyfriend first.
She asked about sex. Said that she didn’t know exactly how it worked. I told her that it would be fine, but that I wasn’t going to explain it to her. She was glad for that, because she didn’t want to hear about it from me, even though I know how she will have sex. I told her that one day, she would find out on her own.
She also asked if I could get married. I told her that I could in Vermont. She said that I had better tell her when I decide to get married. And that if I decide to get married ceremony-wise, that she wants to be there.
My sister wants to be there for me. She really does accept me. There’s one less hurdle in my life. Finally.