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My family loves to tell the story about my cousin and I running around the house when we were like 6 and supposedly he stopped dead in his tracks, looked at my stepmom and said “that dress is so your color.”
Doesn’t have to do with dicks, but from that day they knew he was gay and he very much is now that we’re in our late 30s. I love him to death, he’s such a great guy!
He finally came out to me when we went to an art exhibit because I always liked Tim Burton stuff and he kept commenting on paintings “why are the men all clothed and the women all topless? Why does Jack not have a bulge but Sally is full figured!?” That kind of stuff. So over dinner I was like “ya know… I couldn’t help notice some of your comments? You know I love you, is there anything you want to share with me?” Lol
My family loves to tell the story about my cousin and I running around the house when we were like 6 and supposedly he stopped dead in his tracks, looked at my stepmom and said “that dress is so your color.”
Doesn’t have to do with dicks, but from that day they knew he was gay and he very much is now that we’re in our late 30s. I love him to death, he’s such a great guy!
He finally came out to me when we went to an art exhibit because I always liked Tim Burton stuff and he kept commenting on paintings “why are the men all clothed and the women all topless? Why does Jack not have a bulge but Sally is full figured!?” That kind of stuff. So over dinner I was like “ya know… I couldn’t help notice some of your comments? You know I love you, is there anything you want to share with me?” Lol