Story #657

When I came out as pansexual and genderfluid last year, my mother wasn’t all too surprised, and neither were my four younger siblings. But what took the metaphorical cake of that day was when my then-thirteen brother started shuffling around in the kitchen and began to dress various pots and pans in my lingerie. He then asked me which one I wished to make out with. (Now, we’re waiting for my eleven-year-old brother to come out as either asexual/biromantic or bisexual…) Our family is a rather queer family – even my straight brother who performed the pan joke has metrosexual tendencies (he’s obsessed with his hair and uses all sorts of skincare products) and my ten-year old sis is pretty sure she’s bi. Cheers from this eccentric, queer-as wordsmith!