The Thrill is proud to feature personal narratives courtesy of Project Open Voices, a coalition of students providing a platform for open dialogue on campus. Today’s essay is titled “Family” and was authored anonymously. POV is always accepting new submissions, so if you want to share your story, email firstname.lastname@example.org. If you would like to remain anonymous, you can submit by signing into a second email account: email@example.com (password: kenyoncollege). POV meets Saturdays at 4pm in the Bemis music room in Peirce; new faces are always welcome.
Tonight my uncle came out to me. After doing so, he asked me if I’d known and I told him that I had. When I was thirteen or fourteen I overheard a relative ask him if he had been on another date with some guy. I was young and I didn’t think much of it. I never had to think twice about it because it didn’t matter. He is family. He is blood. He is my mother’s brother, not to mention the most caring and selfless human being I know.
He then turned to me and asked me if this changes anything. I put my arm around him and said, “I think you know the answer to that question.” He said that he did.
This past semester I was at a party hanging out with some friends and talking when someone angrily yelled “faggot” across the beer pong table to one of his opponents.
A piece of me died.