Or if he does, the taciturn fellow doesn't exactly tell me.
In fact it was only through an entirely roundabout way ( i.e. my sister-in-law ) that I actually found out he knows that I'm a card-carrying homosexual. Not that I've kept my flaming fabulousity a state secret but I've always figured that my apparently obtuse brother didn't have an inkling about my affairs. Or didn't give a tinker's damn.
Turns out he's known for quite a while.
Brother : Of course you're gay. I'm not blind.
Paul : Well you could have told me earlier.
Brother : What? You needed a banner? So when are you gonna tell the parents?
Paul : You think I should?
Brother : Well why not?
Paul : Homophobia? Discrimination? Alienation?
Brother : Rubbish!
Paul : Easy to say when you're not the one coming out. How about you drop some hints to them?
Brother : You've dropped plenty! I'm sure mom already knows. If she doesn't, she must be in deep denial.
Then came this entire soapbox diatribe about gay rights and coming out.
Paul : You want me to come out during dinner?
Brother : Preferably during a lull in the conversation.
Seriously. When I wasn't looking, my sober brother had transformed into a heterosexual Harvey Milk activist championing gay equality. Wouldn't surprise me to know he's been going around distributing PFLAG buttons to his colleagues.
Probably egged on by my shockingly supportive sister-in-law.
Now my brother's even asking me how I'm going to explain homosexuality to his kids. That idea hadn't even occurred to me since I always imagined it a vague issue only to be brought up when they're way past the age of consent. Certainly not as drooling toddlers!
Hmm. Maybe use pictures and puppets?