Oh Brother....

Sometimes people need to just mind their own business a little. Like brothers. Especially when they are 16 and feel like they need to have some say over how you live your personal and social life. Especially your personal life.

I’m not really one to discuss my sexuality openly to my family (understanding any sexuality other than heterosexuality is pretty foreign) so having a little brother constantly feel the need to comment on how I don’t date is quickly becoming grating to the nerves. In private is one thing, but in public is another thing entirely.

Let me give you the most recent example.

I love to do things with my family: hiking, bowling, and movies, whatever. This time was bowling. Some may see where I’m going here already (wink wink.) Now, I am absolutely awful at bowling (like bumper bars at all times in order to score over 30 awful) and suddenly this means that the fact I’m not good at bowling needs to be paired to my personal life. Little innuendos like “Oh you’re not good with balls, are you? Well that’s clear from you never dating. Do we need to fly that rainbow flag for you?”

Normally, this might not bother the average person. But for the people that actually identify with the LGTBQA+ community, it’s actually pretty hurtful. Especially since it’s your own family and it serves as further proof that they would never be accepting or understanding. I would love to fly that rainbow flag. I would love to fly the purple/gray/black/white flag as well but sometimes you just can’t.

And so here I sit: behind a computer screen. Always on the outside looking in.

#asexuality