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Avoid referring to stereotypes. Before trying to figure out if a family member is a member of the LGBT community, be sure that you aren't relying on stereotypes for your suspicions. [1] If you just have a feeling that your brother is gay, that's okay. If you think your brother is gay because he watches a "girly" TV show or his voice sounds a certain way, that's relying on stereotypes.

This. The true test of whether or not your cousin is a “closet homophobe” will come when you present her with your justified disappointment and frustration. To be an ally is an aspirational thing. Is my cousin gay? So I have a male cousin who is about 45 years old- he has never been married and we have never even seen him date a woman or man, like ever, not even as a teenager in high school.

He lives with his married brother- they bought the house together for whatever reason. James' Story - James tells the short story of his first gay sexual encounter at fourteen, with his fifteen year old cousin. series Steve's Story - Steve tells the story of his first sexual encounter at eighteen. From that, Your Gay Cousins, our weekly half-hour podcast was born. The day our first episode premiered, we realized that there is an entire community of people who weren’t hearing themselves reflected back to them.

A glimpse into the art of surviving being queer at your friendly family Thanksgiving. T hursday is a holiday and that means I have to see my family. I mean, look at the damn title. Yes, I am the Gay Cousin. I t meant being eight years old with my nose in a book while my other cousins tried to play hide and seek. To my tender soul, hide and seek was a profoundly anxiety-inducing experience in which I identified more with the fox in a hunt than a child at play.

This would be a pattern at every Thanksgiving: I would take shelter in the kitchen or in a corner and the adults would bully me out of my den with instruction on normalcy. Just think about that. How many of us young queers had to suffer through those cold-sweat inducing talks? I thought about marrying a man and having children of my own for a full half-a-second before I shook my head.

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I was a very serious child, inquisitive, thoughtful and suspicious. It was complete and total repulsion as the others descended. I felt very small, very angry and helpless as I denied it. Instead of saying something, I simply dragged myself out of the room, ashamed and horrified by the image they had of me. I believed my feelings were odd, perhaps even invented or insane. I was odd and invalid.

That is what I internalized, since that was the resounding theme.

I was unacceptable. My absent best friend, a senior in high school, had given me blue streaks to compliment my cropped dark brown hair and it was a part of the process of coming into my own, in retrospect. Yep, I was one of those kids. But I had a heart. My grandfather had remarried about two years after we lost my beloved grandmother to leukemia and the woman he married was strong. Admirably so. But that strength sometimes twisted into something oppressive and she became known as something of a little dictator during the holidays.

I smiled and shyly made my way over, suspecting she just wanted to say hello properly and give me a hug. Instead, she sat with me on the steps and looked me over. Then she reached out and grabbed a lock of my hair. This is ugly. Why do you do such ugly things to your hair? I sat in silence for a few moments, dissociating slowly and feeling myself float up and away past the ceiling into the black night where none of this mattered.

Where my short hair did matter and it was handsome. I like it.