The Cat is Out the Bag

My sister Kay and my brother Michael surround me before dinner last week:

My Sister: We read your blog and if you don’t feel comfortable telling us we wanted you to know we already know.
My Brother: yeah.
Me: So, if we don’t say it, how do I know what I know is what you know?
My Sister: Does it rhyme with one of our names?
Me: Ooo, good one. Yes.
My Brother: Animal, vegetable or mineral?
My Sister: Is it bigger than a breadbox?

Ok, so those last lines didn’t happen. Then this weekend, things got weirder:

Yesterday after blowing off our plans to go to parades changing her mind, my mom calls. After chit-chatting for a few minutes about how we both overslept, out of the blue she says:

Mom: Did you have something you wanted to tell me?
Me: Oh.. yeah, wanna talk about it now?
Mom: We don’t have to, I already know.
Me: But maybe we should?
Mom: We don’t have to.
Me: Um, ok.

So anyway. After 6 years of stressing about it, trying to figure out the best way to come out, it seems everyone already knew. Someone could have told me, ya think? :) Oh well, it’s out in the open, and I feel like a huge weight has been lifted from my shoulders.

With that out the way, I feel comfortable mentioning some of my other projects: most notable the New Orleans Lesbian and Gay Film Festival. It’s going on during the last half of this week, and I’m really proud to be a part of it.

Anyone have any interesting coming out stories?