My(23M) sister (25) died 3 months ago. We were very close. She was my one true best friend. She was only one I ran to to vent my feelings back when I was closeted in high school. She was the source of my pep talk when I’m nervous before my Rugby matches. She understood me, didn’t judge me and loved me. She was the best sister a brother can ask for. When I came out at 21 after graduating from college, she rushed to my side when my homophobic Christian parents cut ties with me. It still pains me to type this but she died 3 months ago after an accident. I was devastated. Everything came crashing down. I lost my motivation to do anything. I even ended it with a guy I was seeing for a potential relationship because I just wasn’t in the right mindset for a relationship and I didn’t want to subject him with my baggage.
However I wasn’t the only one grieving. My sister made one really good friend in college, let’s call her Diana, also 25. After they got acquainted in college they quickly became friends. They were borderline sisters, as far as how I observed their relationship. She was there during birthdays, she spent one Christmas with us. I even joked that they might be secret lovers. She was grieving just as much as I. She appreciated my sister as much as I did. Since I was disowned by my parents for being gay, I turned to her to share my pain. I felt like she was the only one who understood me.
To cope with our loss, and with advice from my therapist, we started to hangout and do things we loved to do with my sister when she was still alive in her honour. We’d watch her favourite movies she’s seen a bajillion times that she has memorized every line, we became gym partners as my sister and I are fitness freaks, we went hiking together, ate at her favourite restaurant when we were both. In the beginning, it seems like Diana was becoming my replacement big sister and I was becoming her replacement best friend.
Things took a turn 3 weeks ago, my sister’s birthday. To honour her we ate at my sis’ favourite restaurant . Diana told me it was early and encouraged me by saying my sister would like it if we tried to live again, be happy and try to restart normal life. We went to a bar and grabbed drinks. We weren’t highly drunk but were clearly influenced by alcohol. I took an uber with her home to ensure she was safe. At her apartment, we chatted for a bit and as I was about to leave she begins bawling her eyes out about how she mises my sister. I hugged her and began crying too. Suddenly, she kissed me. One thing led to another before I knew it was naked in bed thrusting into her. It was awkward the morning after and she said sorry. I said sorry too. Things got really awkward and we saw each other less. Thursday the 13th however we agreed to meet to talk about what happened. Things didn’t pan out and it ended up with the two of us having sex again. But this time it was not awkward and we didn’t feel a tingle of regret. It’s been a week since that day and since then we’ve met 4 more times to hookup, cuddle and hang out. Before, we hungout like my sister was right with us as the third person even if we cannot see her. But since the 13th, our hangouts were just about us two, what made us happy.
Now comes the confusion and internal conflict. I’m definitely still attracted to guys but it never crossed my mind that I could be into girls too. It was just not on my radar. I was relatively popular athlete kid back in high school and I did have my fair share of girl admirers but I felt secure enough in my gayness that I just made bs excuses why I don’t wanna date them when I was closeted. Never felt the need to have a “beard”.
I figured I’m probably the opposite of those bi guys who thought they were straight until they experimented with the same sex and realized they’re bi. I’m the reverse.
I am concerned about what my parents will think. They will be overjoyed if Diana becomes my girlfriend but I don’t want to reinforce their homophobia. I refuse to be the poster child of their twisted belief that sexuality can be changed with prayer and religious pressure. I don’t want to prove their homophobia right. I’m also concerned about some of my gay friends. Afraid they’ll see me as a traitor, or that I am coming back into the closet to live the hetero privilege.
However I wasn’t the only one grieving. My sister made one really good friend in college, let’s call her Diana, also 25. After they got acquainted in college they quickly became friends. They were borderline sisters, as far as how I observed their relationship. She was there during birthdays, she spent one Christmas with us. I even joked that they might be secret lovers. She was grieving just as much as I. She appreciated my sister as much as I did. Since I was disowned by my parents for being gay, I turned to her to share my pain. I felt like she was the only one who understood me.
To cope with our loss, and with advice from my therapist, we started to hangout and do things we loved to do with my sister when she was still alive in her honour. We’d watch her favourite movies she’s seen a bajillion times that she has memorized every line, we became gym partners as my sister and I are fitness freaks, we went hiking together, ate at her favourite restaurant when we were both. In the beginning, it seems like Diana was becoming my replacement big sister and I was becoming her replacement best friend.
Things took a turn 3 weeks ago, my sister’s birthday. To honour her we ate at my sis’ favourite restaurant . Diana told me it was early and encouraged me by saying my sister would like it if we tried to live again, be happy and try to restart normal life. We went to a bar and grabbed drinks. We weren’t highly drunk but were clearly influenced by alcohol. I took an uber with her home to ensure she was safe. At her apartment, we chatted for a bit and as I was about to leave she begins bawling her eyes out about how she mises my sister. I hugged her and began crying too. Suddenly, she kissed me. One thing led to another before I knew it was naked in bed thrusting into her. It was awkward the morning after and she said sorry. I said sorry too. Things got really awkward and we saw each other less. Thursday the 13th however we agreed to meet to talk about what happened. Things didn’t pan out and it ended up with the two of us having sex again. But this time it was not awkward and we didn’t feel a tingle of regret. It’s been a week since that day and since then we’ve met 4 more times to hookup, cuddle and hang out. Before, we hungout like my sister was right with us as the third person even if we cannot see her. But since the 13th, our hangouts were just about us two, what made us happy.
Now comes the confusion and internal conflict. I’m definitely still attracted to guys but it never crossed my mind that I could be into girls too. It was just not on my radar. I was relatively popular athlete kid back in high school and I did have my fair share of girl admirers but I felt secure enough in my gayness that I just made bs excuses why I don’t wanna date them when I was closeted. Never felt the need to have a “beard”.
I figured I’m probably the opposite of those bi guys who thought they were straight until they experimented with the same sex and realized they’re bi. I’m the reverse.
I am concerned about what my parents will think. They will be overjoyed if Diana becomes my girlfriend but I don’t want to reinforce their homophobia. I refuse to be the poster child of their twisted belief that sexuality can be changed with prayer and religious pressure. I don’t want to prove their homophobia right. I’m also concerned about some of my gay friends. Afraid they’ll see me as a traitor, or that I am coming back into the closet to live the hetero privilege.









