I learned my father had dug through my room at home and discovered a porn magazine. It hurt that Dad had another reason to dislike me. At least I no longer had to hide. However, now I wasn’t invited home for the holidays. My mom assured me my father would get over it “eventually,” but I didn’t know what I’d do until then.
I had made a few friends within the school’s gay alliance, but I kept my distance. I’m not great with secrets. I didn’t want to let it slip that I only studied at Fenton because the faculty and staff “get to make my ass bounce.” I was embarrassed by my predicament, but it was a hot embarrassed. What really mattered was making sure no one could reveal anything that would create a scandal and hurt my professors. Maybe this scholarship would end up leaving me feeling lonely
