Family Matters

This past weekend I escaped the city for a couple days on Bethany Beach with my dad's family. Just to give you the gist on the kind of situation this is for me, consider the fact that my dad is one of eight children. Yes...Catholic.

The last time I saw the majority of this family was for my graduation party, so not too long ago.

The awkward element that I'm getting to is that on the morning of my grad party, my very Catholic grandmother sat down with my father and informed me that the entire family was aware of my sexuality, and that they were okay with it.

That is all very well. I appreciate their love and support, and the fact that my dad had to have the uncomfortable conversation in my place. And the best part is that this means my closet door has been completely destroyed and there is absolutely no one I have to hide from anymore. That's possibly the most rewarding feeling in the world. Of course now I need to find a new way to freak them out...

However, this still put me in an awkward position, not only because this was the first time anyone was openly talking about it, but because it meant that they had all been discussing it very heavily in my absence. Duh, I know. Every gay man should expect this. But that doesn't mean it feels good.

All in all, it was nice to close up the distance that's grown between my cousins and I over the last few years. It's also nice to have an aunt who tries to set you up with 18-year-old twinks. How cute.