...hearing your little brother's voice over the phone after a long period of only emailing or exchanging facebook messages. It's amazing, this connection we have, and it never ceases to make me feel all warm and fuzzy.
I should note that C is my chosen brother. We became friends during my senior year of high school, a year after I had come out to the entire school as a dyke (which made me rather infamous, as the first out person at my school). One weekend after graduation, we met for lunch and he confessed that he was gay, too. My response was, "Well, duh!"
A few years later, I called him and said, "I've got something to tell you."
"I've got something to tell you, too," he said, "but you can go first."
I told him I'd been thinking a lot about gender and had come to the conclusion that I needed to transition. He said, "Me too."
He's taken a longer road, but is coming into his own. And I can't describe how happy it makes me to see him expressing himself freely now. It's amazing how someone else's happiness can mean so much to you...
