The telephone rang around 11 AM in the morning last Saturday. My mom picked up the phone. It was my godmother. She asked if it was okay for her daughter, a.k.a. my cousin, to stay over the night, because they would be going out that evening. My mother agreed. My cousin would arrive around 5 PM.
My cousin is a girl of twelve years old. She has long brown hair, and she is quite 'developed' already, which makes her seem older than she really is. She's a very energetic girl, and let's just say that manifests itself in her being very talkative. She talks all the time. When she's not talking, she's singing. I know that it is normal for girls to talk a lot at that age, but I bet my cousin owns them all. Thank heavens for inventing sleep.
Apart from being a total blabbermouth, she's very fun to hang out with. Coincidentally, the night she came over was also the night the Eurovision Song Contest was. I really like the Eurovision Song Contest. I don't exactly know why. Somehow it became a tradition to watch.
When I was younger, me and my sister would go to my grandmother's to watch the singing competition. We would dice some cheese, cut some carrots and selery into sticks and arrange all the homemade snacks onto a large plate. Then, and only then, we were good to go. During the contest itself, we would sit in front of the television, armed with pen and paper, assigning points to the songs. Then, after having seen every single song, we would constitute our own 'top' and 'flop top'.
Needless to say, I've grown a little old to go to my grandparents to watch Europe's favorite contest. But I still eat cheese and carrot sticks. And I still assign points. So at 9 o'clock, I stuffed a notepad and pen into the hands of my cousin. She was happy to participate.
When you're watching a show full of glitter, glamour and gay dancers/singers together with a girl that virtually never shuts up, blatant remarks about gays on stage are always around the corner.
My cousin does not know that I'm gay. I didn't out myself yet to my dad's side of the family.
My cousin is a girl of twelve years old. She has long brown hair, and she is quite 'developed' already, which makes her seem older than she really is. She's a very energetic girl, and let's just say that manifests itself in her being very talkative. She talks all the time. When she's not talking, she's singing. I know that it is normal for girls to talk a lot at that age, but I bet my cousin owns them all. Thank heavens for inventing sleep.
Apart from being a total blabbermouth, she's very fun to hang out with. Coincidentally, the night she came over was also the night the Eurovision Song Contest was. I really like the Eurovision Song Contest. I don't exactly know why. Somehow it became a tradition to watch.
When I was younger, me and my sister would go to my grandmother's to watch the singing competition. We would dice some cheese, cut some carrots and selery into sticks and arrange all the homemade snacks onto a large plate. Then, and only then, we were good to go. During the contest itself, we would sit in front of the television, armed with pen and paper, assigning points to the songs. Then, after having seen every single song, we would constitute our own 'top' and 'flop top'.
Needless to say, I've grown a little old to go to my grandparents to watch Europe's favorite contest. But I still eat cheese and carrot sticks. And I still assign points. So at 9 o'clock, I stuffed a notepad and pen into the hands of my cousin. She was happy to participate.
When you're watching a show full of glitter, glamour and gay dancers/singers together with a girl that virtually never shuts up, blatant remarks about gays on stage are always around the corner.
My cousin does not know that I'm gay. I didn't out myself yet to my dad's side of the family.
"Oh my God, he's a gay"
she said confidently, after seeing that the guy on stage was wearing very tight glitter pants. I felt slightly uncomfortable after her remark. Because of the way she pronounced it, I could sense that 'gay' was a word she also would use as an insult. I know that she thinks about gay people in a very stereotypical way. But I don't blame her. Hell, she's only twelve. It's not her fault. Lots of factors contribute to the image every day. But I soothed myself with the thought that once I come out, I will distort that image. And she'll come to terms for sure.
Peace out!
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