OMG I Told Her

My baby sister called me today. I was doing some work on campus—at the LGBTQI Center. She knew that I had had a date the previous Sunday. I had told her that the name of the person I went out with was in the New Testament. She seemed like she might be thinking that I may not be completely “straight and narrow,” but she proffered “Mary.” I thought that if she guessed only Mary that I was reading her dead wrong. Then she guessed again and said “Joseph.” I asked her if she were kidding or whether it was a real guess. She said that it was a real guess. I felt emboldened and somewhat hopeful. So, I asked her, “Do you want me to tell you the name?” She said, adamantly, “Yes!” So, I just blurted out “Paul.” (I may tell about going out with Paul sometime, but it wasn’t anything too good.) My sister was not really surprised and was very supportive and nice. She even lamented that I had had this on me all these years & didn’t feel like I could tell anyone in the family. She agreed that most of the rest of the family would freak out and/or would blab about it. Nonetheless, I blabbed for over an hour about all sorts of things. She asked a few questions that my interlocutor has asked in the questionnaires. So, I don’t have to hide from one person in my family any more. I love my baby sister even more now. I wept today and am crying again anew, but they are good tears of relief—of a great burden being lifted, even if I still shall bear that burden at other times.