I get a text from my roommate to come to his room at midnight. I walk in his room a find him and roommate number two making out in bed. I asked are you guys doing gay stuff? Telling me to come in and and sit on the bed with them they need a favor.
Turns out I am the only roommate that can roll a joint and his pipe is clogged. They seem to think gay stuff might be better high. I roll us a joint we all get high and next thing you know we are all doing gay stuff. I truly had no idea I would like it so much.
By the end of the semester we were talking about coming out to our parents. We were hooking up with guys on social apps. Doing gay stuff all over campus in men's rooms with strangers. Go to meetings for people like me.
At the end of the year we all went different directions. Back home to live with our parents. Places where we couldn't be ourselves. Where taking chances could have severe consequences. We refrain from doing anything gay. We play being straight and flirting with girls.
Weird to think family and friends could turn their love to hate. You thinking of testing loyalties but you can't trust anyone. We were all too afraid to come out. Not one gay friendly person that it maybe cool to say something to.
We get back to school and I start to make plans. I am never going back. Like it or not we make it about us. It's not a choice just a freaking lifestyle. We give new meaning to what is really family.
Years later I come out to my parents. Explain why I have been missing from our family get togethers. Tell them that I have a husband, and as of today, they have a grandson son.
Dad said He was taught to hate fags and it was just natural. He didn't really mean it. Way before he had a son that admitted he did gay stuff. Mom seem to think it was a sin, and people always have choices. Send us a picture.
We now have a decision to make. To expose our son to love that turns to hate if they find out you are gay, but not really. They say they are sorry they took it too far. They had no idea gay people were watching them behaving poorly with hate.
A family reunion of roommates today. They meet my family and we talk about theirs. Everyone has come out of the closet. Have their own families. Far away from their childhood family and friends. The three of us have all moved on. As I roll up another one.
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