My sister thinks I’m gay.
Today, I’ll talk about when my sister thought I was gay and actually confronted me. To be honest, I was surprised she asked but it’s only expected. I won’t lie, I’m sorta weak in some areas, probably why people think I’m effeminate AND my first sister would think I was gay.
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Growing up, I was a total goat, really stubborn, daredevil shit and all. To an extent, I spent more time with my sisters than with my brother and I don’t know why actually, it was just like that. But all that changed suddenly after I went to boarding school and came back. I was withdrawn and mostly couldn’t relate well with anyone at home, I just sort of kept to myself and only spoke when necessary.
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My sleeping position too was weird.
In school, I was the new kid and talking to girls scared me, I didn’t even try to talk to anyone. I had also heard stories of boys being raped, so I slept on my back (which is totally not my style) and like a corpse (my hands on my chest) even though I was on the top bunk (one has to be very cautious).
You know that thing they say about whatever you do for 21 days becomes a habit? Exactly! I developed the habit of not talking much and basically sleeping that way.
Of course, my elder sister who had taken note and is just being really paranoid asked one day if I was gay and I said no whilst laughing. She then asked if I got molested or raped in school because I slept like I had been traumatized. LOL. No sis, I haven’t been traumatized, I’ve only developed a coping mechanism since it’s a survival of the fittest.
I told her no but it wasn’t too believable because I didn’t still talk to girls much. Little did we know I was about to hit my hoe phase shortly after this (which might be a story for another day).
Thinking about it now, maybe I was, and still am, traumatized because up until now, I wake up every time I hear or feel any movement around me.