Twenty-five years ago, on an Easter the family gathered around the apartment having a good time. Behind my back, my brother went looking for playboy magazines in my bedroom and instead he saw male porn magazines like Honcho, Torso, and Inches. He talked to me with the door closed where I confided in him that I was gay, I couldn't deny it since he found the gay magazines. He thought it was a phase I was going through. He just wasn't convinced until I showed him my journal, which I had been writing about my homosexuality.
Moments later my name was called in the bedroom by my mother. I went into the bedroom and the door was closed behind me. I didn't know my brother was behind the door. She confronted me about the gay magazines.
Awkward moment!
Right there I knew I was busted. No thanks to my brother because he ended up telling my mother and the word got around at the end of the day with the family.
The next day all our friends knew. They all were comfortable about it but it was taking my mother awhile to understand it and eventually accepted. My father on the other hand, I'm pretty sure he knows because today he is convinced I am adopted.
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