The first person I came out to freaked out on me. It was my uncle and he knew I had a secret and was hinting I was different. He was staying with us that night and was drunk. We were the onle ones awake. He kept telling me it was okay and to tell him. When I did he flipped out... I threatened him and ran to the gym...at 2:30 AM.
At 5:00 AM I was running on a treadmill, when I saw my brother annoyed and tired walking towards me. Apparently my uncle woke him up because I had ran away and he wanted my brother to "gather the family to fix me". My bro was confused but I left the gym with him for his sake, he was an engineering intern and had to go to work in 2 hours.
My uncle was in the parking lot.
I didn't know what to say but I was pissed. I knew my uncle was waiting outside the gym. I walked out and glared at him. He was pacing back and forth and he walked right up to my brother and said, "Did you know?"
My brother had no idea what he was talking about and thought he meant going to the gym late at night.
My brother replied, "well yeah...I knew he does it once in a while..."
My uncle yelled "WHAT!"
My brother then unknowingly says, "Hell I do it too sometimes."
My stupid uncle then insults his girlfriend (now his wife) that she was just a cover-up slut.
My brother reacts angrily obviously confused why he called his gf a name.
I was silent up to now and had tears streaking down my face. My brother notices and his face tells me he's shocked to see my crying (and somewhat hyperventilating).
I speak up and tell my uncle that he's wrong. I then say, "He's not gay...I am..."
At this point I can't look at my brother. I don't know why I doubt him for a second but I really thought my brother was going to turn on me and team up on my with my uncle. Instead he was like, "What? Is that what this is about! So what? What's wrong with that?".
I then tell my brother how I came out to my uncle and my brother's face is red. He turns to my uncle and says, "Who the fuck do you think you are? He's my brother, I don't care if he's gay. And if you say a word about this to anyone, I swear to God I will kill you!"
At this point I've broken down and I'm openly crying. My brother pulls me into a hug and says that everything will be alright and that he has my back. My uncle is obviously dumbfounded by my brother's reaction. The girl comes out of the gym and looks at us and says, "I heard everything from inside. Do you want me to call the cops on this asshole?"
I tell her that it's alright. My brother apologizes and yells at my uncle to get into the car. We drive to the train station and my brother basically kicks my uncle out. My uncle never said a thing during the ride. My brother looks at the time and its around 5:45 so he's like "Let's get breakfast". We have a great breakfast where my brother then tells me that i don't have to deal with that shit alone and that if i need his support to call him anytime. We then see on the TV some actors in the news and my brother is like, "So...is Antonio Banderas hot to you?" And so we talked about who was hot and who wasn't.
I wrote a book
Ever since then, I swore never to step down to anyone who had a problem with me being gay
