Glay

Glay

My fifteen year old brother has always been different.  I knew he was gay when he was five. Honestly. It was confirmed to me when he was six. I had a topless photo of Tupac on my bedroom wall. I asked him, "Do you fancy Tupac there?", He said yes. The results of my experiment had not surprised me. I just didn't know what to do with the information. I sat on it. 

Fastforward a few years, All of his best friends in school are girls and he spent more time brushing his hair than he spent breathing. We all, (Me, my parents, my other brother), knew he was gay at this point. We were dead excited about it. My dad's reaction was one of envy. 

"I wish I was gay", Is what he said, Exactly.

Still, we waited. 

My parents had started watching Glee with my brother every Monday night. There is one particular episode where some boy comes out to his dad. My mum paused the programme.

"Jay, I have a question I want to ask you"

"No you don't mum"

"Do you not want me to ask you yet?"

"Uh.."

"Ok, I'll leave it"

My mum kept the tele on pause and sat in silence.

"Alright, Bloody hell. Ask me"

"Are you sure?"

"YES!"

"Are you.. err.. Oh god.. I don't quite know what to-"

"I'm gay, Mum, Yes. Put Glee back on."

My mum rang me and told me. I was seething. I always expecting my brother to come out to me. ME! 

Then it hit me. Why did he even have to Come Out? If we all knew he was gay, and he knew he was gay, And he was happy with his lot, confident with his friends, Why should he feel the need to tell us his sexual preference?

I know I never had to.