It's much better than how my mom found out I fancied boys back in the day...it wasn't pretty, either time (yes, that's right, my mom "found out" I was gay twice...as in she thought the first time was a just kidding moment, or something to be forgotten, like cancer or the cold war).

My boyfriend came out to his brother in a similar fashion to this. It went something like this: *Colin (my boyfriend) is stumbling into his bedroom, drunk, with the aid of his brother* *Zack, the brother, looks at the magazine clippings of shirtless men all over Colin's walls, and says:* "Uh, Colin, why are there no girls on your walls? Who are all of these guys? Are you gay?" I think Colin was too drunk to care.