Tales Of A Gay Man (Final)

Roommate Is A Nudist

College is a strange place. Suddenly high school feels like a distant memory, and things that seemed normal back then are completely flipped upside down. You're on your own for the first time in your life. You're befriending people who you wouldn't normally even speak to, and you're stuffed into a small room with a total stranger and expected to simply get on with it. I can't say it was the easiest of transitions for me. I was a timid eighteen-year-old with the social skills of a lampshade, and I'd spent the majority of my life harbouring the dirty little secret of my sexuality. There had never in my life been a time where I felt comfortable enough to share the fact that I was gay. My parents were extremely religious, I'd grown up surrounded by the cruel, nasty jokes from boys in school, and my hometown was stuck somewhere between the 1800s and 1900s. It was something that I had buried long ago, and it was going to take a very large shovel to dig it up. Then I met my roommate Troy,...