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Post by Dewey on Nov 24, 2007 15:18:58 GMT -5
Ethan Holtcombe-Kinnear Birthdate: May 12, 1991 Height: 6'0 Weight: 170 lbs Eye color: green Hair color: copper/brown Race: Irish Occupation: Doctor Friends: Cayetano, Rhett, Molony Family Enemies: Cayetano's family A recent graduate of Bedford School of Medicine, Ethan has just begun his internship at Alexandria Bay Medical Center as a student surgeon. He hails from a long tradition of doctors and lawyers, and is the fourth son to pursue such an occupation (his two younger brothers are pursuing dentistry and chiropractics respectively). Though some may find it burdensome to be raised in an environment where nothing but perfection is encouraged, Ethan has always thrived on the high expectations. He is smart, focused, and has a good head on his shoulders. And it helps that his family isn't neccessarily in want. The Holtcombe-Kinnear's are your typical wealthy, country club afficionados who own homes for each season and sit around the pool sipping martini's at high noon. They can trace their lineage back to nobility, they have an ancestor who helped established Halifax Academy, and they're well known among the socialites of high society. Though Ethan isn't much involved with this particular sphere, he does enjoy the constant traveling available to him. He's lived in various parts of the United States, and has also lived in parts of England and France. He's a good son for the most part, but wouldn't really consider his relationship with his parents close. He'd be surprised if they even remebered his birthday, how old he turns each year, or what kind of car he drives. He keeps his personal live out of his family life, but staying "closeted" is feeling more like a burden lately, and now that he's in a relationship with another guy, he has every suspicion all hell is about to break loose in the Holtcombe-Kinnear household. |
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Post by Dewey on Mar 7, 2008 13:43:00 GMT -5
As much as I've tried to stay closeted from the Holtcombe-Kinnear side of my family, I can't keep doing this with mom's side of the family, the Molony side. She's made herself distant from them--she's not in favor of their business--but these are the only people I actually regard as family. My other cousins, the one's in Ivy League schools or with executive positions at 25 or who make headlines every now and then....there strangers to me. But Rhett, Tiernan, Keanan, Jon? These are people I enjoy spending time with, who I can be myself around, and who accept me as I am.
Accept. Such an important word as of late. A sort of validation, even. I don't want to blemish my father's reputation amongst hsi high-standing relatives, but I can't be closeted from everyone. It's not healthy for me. And last night, I finally came out (in some degree) to Rhett and Tiernan, and Uncle Sean. I'm not sure what they think of it for now, but they at least didn't persecute me. And Uncle Sean took care to not let Cayetano get hurt in all the madness that went on against the Montoya family. I feel as if I should sit down with my cousins, though, and talk about this in full. I want them to know I'm still the same person, that I'm happy with Cayetano just like they're happy with Winnie and Dewey, and that I don't want this to change our friendship at all.
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Post by Dewey on Sept 10, 2008 14:38:25 GMT -5
It's over between me and Cayetano.
Sure, I had been expecting it. I expected it earlier in the relationship, when his brother beat the shit out of me. Ever since, yeah, things have been distant between us, like he says. What did he expect? Am I just supposed to forget about it? Am I supposed to excuse the fact that Cayetano's brother and father (two of the biggest influences in his life) are absolutely homophobic? They want nothing to do with the "gay part" of his life. As if it's just a fraction of him that can be isolated from the rest of who he is. It upset me. And the fact that we never talked about it caused a lot of anger between us.
I should've addressed it sooner, though. I guess it's just as my fault as it is Cayetano's. I should've taken the initiative, sit us both down, and have a heart-to-heart talk about it. Instead, I just bottled everything inside. And it just got to the point where we would argue all the time, or snap at each other, or just avoid together all together. It was a really suffocating time for the both of us, being in this huge apartment at the same time, and neither of us saying more than ten words to each other.
It's sad to think about. I try to bury myself in work and ignore it, but when I come home to an empty apartment, it just hits me like a ton of bricks. I can't even believe it. I can't believe Cayetano's gone. He's been such a big part of my life for almost a year now. We were so close. Best friends. It's hard to believe it's over now, that it's gone. I want to just wake up any minute, and find out that this is all a nightmare. But it's not. And I don't know what to do. Maybe I sound foolish. I don't know. I know I was Cayetano's first, but I had brief relationships in the past. None of them were like this. It's like Uncle Sean said... I want to convince Cayetano that this relationship can work. We just have to sort things out.
But I feel like Cayetano gave up on us a long time ago...
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