At Christmas this year, I still wasn't out to my extended family. I was trying to keep it on the downlow, since my grandparents had visited and were extremely homophobic. I'd only come out to one of my cousins, an "aunt", and my other grandma, but she had passed away this previous summer. Luckily, the awful grandparents weren't going to be at my house for the family celebration, so I wasn't too worried about being outed. Anyways, for some reason, my 32 year old cousin decided he really did not feel like being an adult that Christmas, and hung out with my sister and I basically the whole time. He brought Modern Warfare and shooed his 5 year old daughter away so we could play Call Of Duty. As weird as the situation was, I was happy, because I love my cousins and don't get to see them all the time. He was talking about crazy exes (namely, his ex-wife), and I joined in on the conversation. I said "Oh yeah, I know the feeling", and he asked me "Oh, bad ex-boyfriend?" That was when my lil' sister chimed in and went, "No, girlfriend!" While I was a little embarrassed, I just kept talking about the crazy ex in question, trying not to act like it was a big deal. My cousin didn't seem that phased. A little while later, my sister and I go upstairs to grab something and he follows. At one point, he leans against a doorway and says what is easily my favorite reaction to me being gay... "So, I didn't realize you uh... played for the other team..." To which I, in my oblivious state, replied with something just as stupid: "I don't play sports."