I was sharing some thoughts with my friend Edy from Jakarta when we were chatting. We talked about how relatives make us uncomfortable.

I'm out to my friends and my immediate family. He is only out to his boyfriend and a few online friends.

We were talking about how families put us through hell by always asking about girlfriends and when we are getting morried, or when are we giving the family a new grandchild.

Geesh, can people never figure things out for themselves? Do they all need a billboard erected outside their house saying "DAVE IS GAY!" along with a picture of me and my current beau (whoever that may be) in a passionate french kiss, while riding naked on a mule?

How dense can some people be? Let me tell you, they can be incredibly dense. If we got enough of them into a large room, a black hole might burst into existence.

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