OK, I'll do my first real confession (that's actually about me, not about another member of my family).
My last year of college, I became good friends with this guy, and eventually, I became completely infatuated with him. The problem was: Although he identified as gay, he didn't date. Anyone. In fact, as long as I knew him, I never heard him profess sexual interest in anyone. We all used to joke that he was asexual.
Then he, a few of our friends and I went to London to visit his brother. His twin brother. His identical twin brother -- identical in looks, but not in personality. You might've called him something of a pansexual.
You can probably guess what happened. And it was wonderful. But later, the twin told me how people were always having sex with him just to get to his brother and how upsetting it was. I felt terrible. And my friendship with the guy was never quite the same when we got back to the U.S.
Actually, I think the other guy had a secret sugar daddy -- I'm talking Anna Nicole age difference, here -- and that's why he never dated. I heard that once, but I never asked him about it.
eta: By pansexual, I mean, he was the most truly bisexual person I've ever met.
I also confess that, for the first time in years, I'm having a good time in the presence of my entire family. Of course, I've gone to a hockey game (*hock* *spit*), had a drink with my bro in a straight bar (*hock* *spit*), and gone shopping with my mom (*explodes in pink confetti*). MY niece is also the 100% most adorable child on the planet.
Jerseygirl, I have to confess, in the beginning, the "baby" made this an absolute MISERABLE experience. Right now, though, she's such a pleasure and so much fun that she's just making it all worthwhile. Also, it helps to have some attention deflected off of me and onto her. And there's been no "when are you getting married" comments so far. Yay.