Nothing is as surprising to me as how wrong you can be about who to come out too.  I would have bet my life on my brother being the safest bet to tell the truth too.  We are close enough in ages and had shared enough life together that in all honesty I didn’t think the TG thing would matter.

Good lord I was naive.  More than a decade later he is still good to his word that I am dead to him.  No one is better at holding onto hate than a born again christian that worked for the RNC.  The ability of Republicans to hold onto bias is almost an art form.  It’s odd that I know with all certainty that he and will never meet again in this life.  Having that kind of certainty about anything is unusual, but having that much certainty about someone else’s hatred is just plain chilling.

All that anger after I took the time to make a list (in descending order) of who in my life were the safest people to tell I was not a boy!  Not sure I have made a list for anything since then.  Lists and I are over.