I spent ages preparing to come out to my teenaged little sister. I brought her over to my apartment, calmly explained that my ‘roommate’ was actually my partner and that I was gay. I braced myself for her reaction and will never forget her exact words.
“Duh. I’m not a moron. I’ve known that for years.”
Riiiight. Did she have any questions?
Big teenage sigh.
“Oh like you’re the only gay person I know. Anyway, so at the school the other day blah blah blah.”
Even being queer didn’t make me interesting. I was still her boring older sister.
OttoKitty still is the boring (gay) sister.
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