Spent years wondering how I’d come out to you.
Scenario 1: I’d drop the bombshell at your wedding. Yes, at the altar. “Bro, I’m gay. But think of it this way, I’d never put you through the torture of being the best man”.
Scenario 2: At our parent’s funeral. I figure you wouldn’t punch me in the face while you’re crying.
Scenario 3: You’d walk in on me fucking a guy. Well, in that case I wouldn’t have to come out.
Little did I know it would happen when I least expected it: at my party. I wanted you to come for a reason: to let you into my world. But I never thought I’d have the balls to come out to you then. Guess I still wasn’t ready.
So all these gay people are sitting on the stairs. My gay friends are dancing. And you’re sippin’ on a drink, telling me: “Wow… that’s a lot of gay people”.
I couldn’t help it. The words just came out. “You know I’m gay right?”
And then you said the sweetest word a little brother could ever say. It really fills my heart with warmth.
Then you laughed.
And that was it. I never thought one simple one-syllable word could bring me that much joy.
I don’t know how you grew up to be so open-minded and accepting of people around you (I’d like to think the Will and Grace episodes I exposed you to played a role) but I’m happy you are.
I really lucked out in the bro department. Here’s to you habibi.