1. I was living alone for the first time, in a single dorm room, and even though home was only about a mile away, I was homesick.
2. My classes in Modern American Literature, The Modern British Novel, and Survey of German Literature were all extraordinary heterosexist.
3. Anything about gay people that I saw on tv, like the drag queen episode of Trapper John MD, or in movies, like Cruising, was oppressively homophobic.
4. My friends at Augustana were as aggressive in the "what girl do you like?" mantra as they had been in high school.
5. Two years after figuring it out, I had met a half dozen gay people, including Peter the male witch, Mary's brother, the "cannibal" hustler in Colombia, Wolfgang in Germany, and my ex-boyfriend Fred. Only Peter currently lived in Rock Island, and he never wanted to hang out.
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