I was only 13 years when my Mom had my little brother. I was ecstatic. From that moment on he has been my baby. I really spoil him but he’s a good kid and deserves it. He is sixteen now, almost a grown man. He came to visit me for Christmas and I wanted so bad to tell him I was gay. We have always been super close and I really had no idea how he was gonna react. One of the things that gave me some comfort was that he is a huge fan of Neil Patrick Harris, so that was going to help.
The fact that I am his role model was making me hesitate a little, because I know that being gay doesn’t change the fact that I am a good example. But the question was: Does he know that? Has society affected him in a way that such news would change his perspective of me?
So, when he was here visiting during Christmas I took him for a ride and told him: There’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you and it is very important for me that you know because you are one of the people that I love most in the world. And, well, here it is, I like men.
His response: Cool!
From then we went on talking about other topics like nothing had happened. It was great to know that I didn’t have to hide anything from him and that at the age of 16 he was so open with his big brother, the one he looks up to, being gay.
Fast forward a few months and while I was watching TV I randomly received a text message: “It’s really cool that I have a gay brother”.
For some reason that text message hit me hard. I believe it was because nothing from my side prompted it. I didn’t ask in order to receive it. I wasn’t in a conversation with him. He was thinking about it back home, and what he thought was good. I love my brother and you have no idea how much I love him. He helps me see life different and not give in to some of the ridiculous lifestyles that come before me. He is one of the reasons I want to be the best man I can be.
Ta mo paui