This weekend sucked in comparison to the last. While the company was good,the task was less then desirable.

I spent the weekend - Saturday really - helping my cousin move most of his downstairs into a storage unit in preparation for his move into a new house next month. It was going fine, he came up with the ever so brilliant idea of "Load an object... drink a beer" that worked fine for the first load, but quickly deteriorated from there. needless to say we only got about 5 or so trips to the storage place in the 12 hours we were doing it .

At some point an interesting question came up.

"i know you told me before that you are bi-curious but... ?"

Honestly, hearing that my first thought was, oh f**k i have to do this again? For coming out to be such a life changing event, it has sure turned out to be forgettable on most fronts, at least to the people I told. Which is odd, because I can distinctly tell you the time and place I told everyone throughout the years.

I had to explain to my cousin that is was a little more then bi-curious, and he correctly gaged which end of the fence I was squarely facing. that however led to other, more interesting questions and statements... Top Bottom etc... Have you ever? Stop looking at my ass!

he asked if him making cock sucker comments upset me. Why is it that the sudden realization that I may be a cocksucker would make people think the label used in jest would offend me? It never has in the past. Tossing a adult magazine in my lap isn't going to offend me. I can look at straight porn and appreciate what is there as much as the next guy. I'm not fragile. I'm still a guy, just one who happens to find other guys attractive above the majority of girls out there.

he asked me if I thought he was sexy. I had to answer honestly.

Nope the years have not been good to you

Okay so not much honesty, but for the honesty the answer lacked, I made up with a liberal dose of sarcasm. I love the guy, in many ways he is more of a brother then my own brother. We were raised together, reared at my grandmothers knee.

It was nice to hear that he loves me no matter what, that he just wants me to be happy in life: again. To tell you the truth I could stand to hear that from him many more times and never loose what it means to hear. Not for him, not for me, but to know that no matter what we are, and always will be, us.