His coming out had been a bit anticlimactic because as his Auntie Joan had told the family, “We all knew we couldn’t count on him for the next generation.” At the time he’d thought she was being a little harsh since gay couples adopted all the time, right?
But he understood what she meant in general. The family already knew he was gay. All of them.
He had to admit, not having a boyfriend through high school and college had made things a lot smoother since his family wasn’t ever faced with accepting an image of him with another guy. To them, he’d be willing to bet, he was a theoretical gay man.
His father, an alum of the college and avid football fan, would be thrilled he and Jase were friends, but he wondered how his dad would accept them being boyfriends or lovers.
His mother, bent on getting his sisters married, wouldn’t care one way or another. And the rest of his extended family would just go along with whatever his parents decided.