The Cat is "Out" of the Bag

Last year, I sent my uncle a note about my grandma. At the bottom of my message was my personalized signature for Pink Trash Travels (PTT). After I pressed send, I realized too late that by making reference to PTT, I was essentially "coming out" to one of the many family members that doesn't know I'm gay. So, in a jerk reaction, I quickly went to PTT and removed any reference of me being gay from the front page - hoping to avoid any unnecessary conversations about my sexuality.

One year later, I find out today that my cousin Teresa, my uncle Wayne and his wife Lois chatted about Chris and my life while they waited for my grandma's surgery yesterday. "How's Chris?" Lois asked Teresa. Apparently, it wasn't an email that raised the roof on me being gay, but rather a check I sent my uncle with my name and Chris' on the account. Wayne and Lois put two and two together and realized I wasn't alone in Europe. I never thought of that one.

The great news is that my uncle happily replied, "Duh!" when my cousin revealed my true identity rather than going the opposite direction (which most of us fear). He realizes I have no intention of telling my grandparents and truly just wants me to be happy. His wife echoed his sentiments.

So the cat is out of the bag with at least one more relative. I'm sure others suspect, but until the time is right, I'll just let them still "believe" Chris is my roommate and that I haven't found the perfect blonde haired, blue eyed girl to marry.