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kingandyI came out to my sisters this weekend!
I was on my way back from Paris (as you do) when it occurred to me that both of my sisters live in London and we really don't see each other. Also I figured it would be a good opportunity to mention the boyf.
(I've never felt it necessary to volunteer the basic fact of sexuality. After all, being gay is, and should be, the least interesting thing about you. However, a couple of years ago I decided if anyone asked I would be basically honest, and also that the event of having an actual partner would be news worthy of writing, or at least calling, home. At the back of my mind I thought it would be something better done face to face, and most likely not something to leave until Christmas. This weekend seemed the perfect opportunity.)
So I rang my sisters to arrange a meeting. There was some back and forth; my younger sister, being the nosiest of us, immediately asked why exactly I was in London ("coming back from Paris"), why I was in Paris ("visiting my boyfriend"), and oh ("yes, oh"). The next time I rang my older sister there was a smile in her voice and she asked if it would be just me - Jo (the younger sister) had mentioned my reasons for being in Paris. So, there went the idea of telling them to their faces.
In the event the meeting itself was fairly harmless - the subject wasn't even mentioned, we just chatted about Christmas plans and London and generally caught up. And the moral of our story is ... it just goes to show.
I was on my way back from Paris (as you do) when it occurred to me that both of my sisters live in London and we really don't see each other. Also I figured it would be a good opportunity to mention the boyf.
(I've never felt it necessary to volunteer the basic fact of sexuality. After all, being gay is, and should be, the least interesting thing about you. However, a couple of years ago I decided if anyone asked I would be basically honest, and also that the event of having an actual partner would be news worthy of writing, or at least calling, home. At the back of my mind I thought it would be something better done face to face, and most likely not something to leave until Christmas. This weekend seemed the perfect opportunity.)
So I rang my sisters to arrange a meeting. There was some back and forth; my younger sister, being the nosiest of us, immediately asked why exactly I was in London ("coming back from Paris"), why I was in Paris ("visiting my boyfriend"), and oh ("yes, oh"). The next time I rang my older sister there was a smile in her voice and she asked if it would be just me - Jo (the younger sister) had mentioned my reasons for being in Paris. So, there went the idea of telling them to their faces.
In the event the meeting itself was fairly harmless - the subject wasn't even mentioned, we just chatted about Christmas plans and London and generally caught up. And the moral of our story is ... it just goes to show.
