The Proper Word is Normally Challenged

My brother just announced that he is gay. I am not that shocked. I guess, I always kind of knew it, for a “decent-looking bloke” he never brought girls home and he’s always very tidy and clean of himself. Except for the hair. He thinks it’s so cool to have it all messy and roughish like. Moussed into little swirls.

I always just thought he was metro sexual.

“I bet it’s that Gerry guy!” Mom accused him. Gerry is very hot and my brother’s best friend. Or maybe partner. Laugh out loud. Gay partner. That sounds funny, to think of my brother having a “partner.” Yes, I actually say laugh out loud. I also say congestion, a lot, not many fourteen year olds that I know say that.

Anyway, back to Gerry. He is very hot with this sharp jaw line and green eyes. And dark thick hair. Ahh so sexy. He’s also metro. To think of it, he’s kind of like my brother, Anthony. He also kind of looks like him.

My crush is over.

Gerry is gay, I know that. Not too many people know that though but my family does. I was the first to find out because Anthony sort of let it slip out. Actually, I made him slip it out. Sort of. I went on and on about how sexy Gerry was and he burst out that he’s gay.

I was very, very disappointed. And heartbroken. Why do all the yummy guys have to be either gay or taken? Or dead, like Jeff Buckley?

Dad didn’t take it so well either. “What do you mean gay? You’re a faggot?”

And I came in, as the supportive and factual member of the family: “Actually Dad, the politically correct word is homosexual, but gay is okay too.” In which everyone glared at me and said in unison, “shut up Millie!” So I shut up and continued to write in my journal about the whole scene.

“How long have you being gay?” Mom demanded. She likes to demand things. I think it makes her feel as if she has control. Which she totally does, sort of. Half the control.

“You mean how long did I know I was gay? I don’t know…maybe two years ago.” Two years ago he was fifteen. So that’s why he never wanted to change in the locker room with all the other guys! He was shy!

Hahahahaha.

Dad was silent. Mom was horrified. Anthony was anxious. I was writing in my journal.

“So,” I began, breaking the silence, “is Gerry your lover?” Then I started laughing.

Anthony shot me this annoyed look but I saw him blush.

“He is!”

Mom: “I knew he was!”

Dad: “This is the last time that fag is gonna step into my house.”

Me: “Dad, remember, that is not the politically correct word.”

“Don’t call Gerry a fag!” Anthony said defensively. That pretty much proved him guilty, profile aside.

Oh my god.

I just had a thought; what if all the times they were in his room, they were fooling around?

Oh my god, my brother has AIDS!

“Holy fuck Anthony, do you have AIDS?”

Maybe it wasn’t a good idea to say this out loud. Mom screamed horrifyingly, Dad grunted and Anthony said:

“What the fuck Millie? NO!”

“Oh my God, that’s it, Anthony. I swear, we should send you to military school or something, right after you graduate. First, you’re “gay”, and then I hear you’re in an intimate relationship with Gerry? Now, I’m not a communist or George Bush or anything like that, I believe in gay rights and civil rights and all that, but you-you, I’m sorry, I just cannot accept this.”

Then she sat down on the living room sofa. It’s very comfortable so it probably lowered her blood pressure, which is a good thing because you know, I don’t want her having a panic attack right in the midst of my brother’s announcement thus leading to an ambulance busting into our house and causing unnecessary commotions. Gerry can hear the commotion; he lives a few houses down, across from us.

Ahh I love a gay man. Maybe he’s bi and then I’ll have a chance.

“Anthony, is Gerry bisexual?”

“No,” he answered simply and then he rolled his eyes and sat down on the couch next to Mom.

Damn.

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