This was not that unusual because I managed to speak directly to him at least twice a month. And indirectly knew all his business, because of my mom ( apparently this worked both ways)
It was not even unusual that he called in the middle of the night. My family as a whole has no concept of time zones- they just ask what time is it there.... and keep talking no matter what time you say.
What was unusual about this call was the question he opened with -
"Are you gay?"
This question was not asked in a judgemental way or with malice. In fact - it was like he had been pondering this question for some time and had finally gotten around to asking me.
"No - not that I know of..." - I am still searching for any thing that will tell me the time.
"Because it is okay if you are.. I spoke to mom about it..."
"This was a family discussion" - of course now I am up. This is being brought up at the dinner table.
"okay.. I am up ... now , Why do you think I am gay?"
According to my lovely brother the evidence was the following (and I promise you I am not exaggerating) :
- I had cut my hair. I will not mention that Halle Berry was all the rage at the time. I never could pull off that style.
- I had become a vegan. I went to school in Northern CA . It was easier to find vegan -restaurant then non -vegan. And meat was just too expensive.
- And last - I had not mentioned a male name to anyone (i.e. - mom) in the past 6 months. Alright - I would give him that one, but had I mentioned a female name.
"I love you - now I am going back to sleep..."
That coincidentally was the year my father started sending me roses for Valentine Day - it must have been a hell of a family discussion.