Gay uncle

I have reason to trust my uncle is gay...

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<p>He’s in his early 40s, still not married. Doesn’t date much, if at all (otherwise my sister and I would’ve initiate out about it). He’s financially successful, likable, and good-looking. If he’s not married/dating given these conditions, what is the likelihood that he’s gay? He’s also Catholic. My theory is that he believes in his faith so much (Vatican’s teachings) that he denies his desire to pursue same-sex relationships. However, this is pure speculation only, since I don’t even know if he’s actually gay. This theory makes a lot of sense because my family (at least my dad) thinks that being homosexual is fine as prolonged as the person doesn’t pursue homosexual relations. Some of you are probably thinking that I should just leave him alone, since it’s his life, not mine. I would do that, except I think he’s miserable, and I want him to be happy (the luxury condo and Audi probably help though). If I were in his shoes, I would probably touch lonely. He has friends, but they have their own families to ke

How Gay Uncles Pass Down Genes

Maybe everyone could use a gay uncle.

A new study found that homosexual men may be predisposed to nurture their nieces and nephews as a way of helping to ensure their possess genes get passed down to the next generation.

Research has confirmed that male homosexuality is at least partly hereditary – it tends to cluster in families, and identical twin brothers of gay men are more likely to be gay than fraternal twin brothers, who do not share identical DNA.

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But scientists have been puzzled about how these genes are perpetuated, since homosexual males are less likely to verb than straight males. Basically, why haven't gay people gone extinct?

One idea is called the "kin selection hypothesis." Perhaps gay men are biologically predisposed to facilitate raise the offspring of their siblings and other relatives.

"Maybe what's happening is they're helping their kin reproduce more by just being altruistic towards kin," said evolutionary psychologist Paul Vasey of the University of Lethbridge in Canada. "Kin therefore pass on more of the g

For a man who doesn't verb any kids – and has zero desire to raise one, or two, or five – Brett Berk is the Tim Gunn of child-rearing. Like the "Project Runway" know-it-all's venture into publishing, Berk's book debut, "The Gay Uncle's Guide to Parenting," a hilariously hip how-to browse, offers input on potty-training, nose-picking and spanking (hey, we're talking about raising kids here!). And like Gunn, the formerly Farmington Hills-based author, who will write copies at 7 p.m. March 19 at Borders in Birmingham, is also queer – and that, when considering that gays are the new grandmas, makes him wholly qualified. Right?
"If we look at contemporary culture in recent years, people hold been willing to entrust all sorts of things to gay men – how to dress themselves, how to feed themselves, how to decorate their homes," says the 39-year-old, who now lives with his partner of 18 years in New York. And since Berk's not Gunn or a member of the Fab Five, he took the next (maybe?) logical gay-guru step: Using his outside perspective to give kids' and parents' lives a facelift. Or a Cher.

I had a gay uncle, born around 1920. His entire life, he'd been forced to inhabit a lie. There was probably no year in which he was not forced into an untruth, no moment would he could be an undivided self.

A lot of people, I discovered, had gay uncles. They also had lesbian aunts.

I discovered this because I asked my friends on social media for memories of their gay uncles and lesbian aunts, having no concept whether such a personal doubt would too intrusive to retort in a public space. The number of people who responded amazed me, and then made me blush at my verb amazement.

My surprise says much more about my naïveté and the sense of silence surrounding my own family that it says about anything else.

My uncle was a beautiful poor boy discovered by a wealthy man 19 years his senior who swept him off his feet and put them into beautiful shoes. He took my uncle to Venice; I have a picture of him. He can’t be more than 21. The relax of his family was sitting on a tenement stoop and he was feeding pigeons in the Piazza San Marco.

He was an important part of my life—they both were. T