Lost In Haste

I’ve been outted! My ass of a brother (the oldest of my two younger brothers) was angry with me, so he called me a cock sucker. Of course when he said this he was yelling, so my little brother (who is now thirteen) heard it. As if that wasn’t enough, Sean said (and I quote), “Yea, that’s right Nick! He’s a flaming homo!”

Now those of you who don’t know me may think this is a horrible thing. I’m not inclined to believe that way about the situation. My parents have known (at least for sure) that I’m gay for about two years (I came out of the closet right before my twenty-first birthday), so that isn’t the issue. The crux of the matter is that my little brother didn’t know and my parents didn’t want him to find that out. I really didn’t agree with them, but since I’m still living in their house, I still abide by some of their rules. My plan was to tell my little brother I was gay when I finally moved permanently out of the house. Of course, that isn’t an option anymore…

I suppose I should really start at the beginning. Oh the way home from work, I stopped by my aunt’s house to take her mail inside. She doesn’t live there anymore but that’s a different story… I opened the door and discovered that Sean had been their recently and had failed to clean up his mess. There were chopsticks everywhere, piles of soy sauce and a ladle covered in some sticky sauce stuck to the counter tablecloth. I was pretty pissed off and when my mom got home I told her about it. She confronted Sean, who of course lied and said he hadn’t been there in weeks. I was really pissed by this point, so I called him out on it and mentioned that maybe if he stopped taking girls there to drink and fuck, he would remember more.

The rest is history…

About ten or so minutes after the yelling, I went downstairs to get a drink of water. As I was filling up my cup, Nick shouted (and I quote), “Mom, there’s a gay person in the house. Remember, God hates them and wants to smite them!” As I heard this, part of me wanted to laugh while another part of me wanted to cry. I suppose this day has been inevitable… My little brother is firm believer in religion, just like I was at that age. Sadly, he is being raised catholic… :/

I’m finished with my brother. Sean, not Nick. Nick can still be salvaged…at least once he gets away from PSR (catholic stuff) and from Sean. (Sean likes to say things like “that’s so gay” and “what a fag”) Sean can rot in hell for all I care. A few years ago, I spent an entire summer not talking to him and it was actually a wonderful time. By August, he didn’t even try to talk to me anymore and the house was actually peaceful. (Except for when he fought with my father, but that’s a story for another time. So, thats the plan.

Thanks for listening!