S. CHRIS SHIRLEY

Playing by the Book
Playing by the Book

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ON BEING AN IDENTICAL TWIN





Growing up as an identical twin is absolutely everything it’s cracked up to be. You’re an instant celebrity the moment you clear the birth canal.


My brother and I were known as “The Shirley Twins” and our notoriety stretched throughout all of Butler County, Alabama. We were invited to practically every birthday and Christmas party, and I bet I went to eight different proms--and that was just my junior year.


Of course, there were superficial differences like the mole on his foot and the fact that I was wall-eyed, but these differences were easily overlooked.


The big differences didn’t surface until junior high. That’s when I started listening to pop music while he went for rock ‘n roll. I developed a sharp tongue while he worked at being cool. He also started hanging out with some--let’s just say--interesting characters while my friends were all very nice. They also happened to be girls. 100%.


In high school, my brother suddenly became interested in these girls and the feeling was often mutual. Time and again, the very friends I’d spent years helping with their math homework would swoon when my brother was anywhere within spitting distance. One girl summed it up like this—she pointed at me and said, “you just want to take me to dinner” then she looked my brother up and down like he was Michelangelo’s David or something and said, “you just want to take me parking.”


How did she know?


This was all very confusing to me. We were identical twins so surely my brother had the same feelings for guys that I did, right?  But the sparkle in his eyes when looking at these girls seemed absolutely genuine. He clearly wasn’t acting: my brother is many things but an actor he is not. He once played Joseph at a Christmas pageant and was completely upstaged by a stuffed goat.


One day, I got up my courage to ask him about this…issue. Well, not exactly. I was real casual about it. I said, “You know, sometimes when I think about guys, I get sort of, well, worked up.” 


He cocked his head at me like we’d only just met. He finally patted my arm and said, “I wouldn’t worry about it. That’s probably normal.” 


A few weeks later, I was ribbing him about something in front of our cousin. Without a retort at hand, my brother just said, “Yeah, well, Chris likes guys.”


I completely denied it but knew right then that I was in this alone.


For the next ten years, I threw myself into engineering school, then management consulting and later, business school. Church too. I never touched a guy or a girl for that matter (at least nothing below the collar bone). I watched my friends fall in love and get married, then have kids. Only then did I finally accept that I wasn’t going to change.


I was living in New York City by then and my best friend was a Ford Model. After yet another big evening on the town, she asked me, “Chris, we love each other, we make each other laugh, and we’re attracted to each other. Why aren’t we getting married?”


I thought about it for a second, then looked her square in the face and said, “Because I’m gay.”


She just nodded and said, “Wow. The thought had crossed my mind. A few times, actually. Okay. Well, I guess that settles that.”


She left and I spent the next three days in bed, sucking on a bottle of Mylanta. It was awful, but she has remained supportive and I’m now the godfather to her son and she even starred in my movie,Plus.


I’ve told thousands and thousand of people since then. Most were accepting but others, not so much. What I’ve learned through all this is that we’re only as sick as our deepest, darkest secret. Once I started telling people, that secret had no power over me.


For much of my life, there were two parts of me--the part that was acceptable and the part that was not. After I came out, those two parts began to knit together and now, there’s just me. Out of billions of people, I have my very own mix of intelligence, talents, and spirit. I am absolutely unique and exactly who I was meant to be. And you know what? There’s no one else I’d rather be. Well, except maybe my brother--he rocks.

Twins
S. Chris Shirley