Late last summer Jason called and said that he was coming over because he had something to tell me. This was nothing new. We speak multiple times a day, always have. He's Tio Jason to my three kids. He's like a brother to my wife. He's my twin, eight minutes older. We live only a few miles apart on the west side of L.A. But while most of our conversations are quick and light, this one was different.
"What's going on?" I asked.
He sat down in my living room.
"Jarron," he said, "I gotta talk to you about something serious."
He was very simple and matter-of-fact.
"Jarron, I'm gay."
I won't lie. I had no idea. We talked, he answered my questions, I hugged him and I digested what he had told me. At the end of the day, this is what matters: He's my brother, he's a great guy, and I want him to be happy. I'll love him and I'll support him and, if necessary, I'll protect him.