Yesterday, my 8 year old brother asked me why I don’t have a boyfriend. I simply told him I didn’t like boys, because boys have cooties. He wasn’t convinced, though. He looked me straight in the eye and asked if I had a girlfriend. I was shocked. I thought I did a pretty good job of keeping my sexuality to myself after coming out to my mom had backfired, but apparently not. I didn’t want to lie to him, so I just smiled and said I wish, but I don’t. He thought for a few minutes and then asked if that was why I didn’t dress like a girly girl, like my little sister. I told him yes, that’s part of it. And that was that. No further questions, he accepted it and went back to playing with his legos.
Today, I came home to a bag from Kohl’s laying on my bed with this blue shirt in it. I took it to my brother to have him hang it up, but he said it wasn’t his. He said he bought it with his birthday money for me while he was out with my stepdad, because it’s my favorite color. I told him I love it and gave him a hug. Before he ran off again, he made sure to whisper to me that it came from the boy’s section.
I’ve never felt more loved or accepted than I do today. I have the best brother in the whole world. (:
(Excuse my face, he insisted I made my “grr” face when I took this.)