The Boy Can’t Help It
I never thought I’d ever be attracted to a man. I wouldn’t have even described myself as curious. At first I thought of Shaun as simply a roommate I needed to share my tiny apartment with while I worked on my graduate degree. I’d grown up in an Arab household with some fairly typical cultural mores, but I had spent most of my teen years in California, and I’d already had one gay roommate, which had done much to change my perspective. So when Shaun asked if his sexuality would be a problem, I told him “not at all.”
And it wasn’t a problem. He didn’t cook at home often, but if he did, he always made enough for me. He practiced guitar regularly, but as soon as I came home, he’d stop so he wouldn’t disturb me. Furthermore, he was tidy to the point that he would wash my
