Read this.
He's in college. In the U.S. Need I say more?
Okay, I will. I was terrified in college. It was the 1970s. I was good looking, gay and scared, like many. All the chutzpah, all the balls, the courage to go line up with the nellies men and scream "We're here, we're queer, get used to it, don't fuck with us!" came light years later.
By '93 I was fat, dressed in a purple sweat suit that made me look like Barney the Dinosaur. A group of us drove all night in my Dodge Omni (6 in that tin can!) to march on Washington.
Nearly 20 years after college, almost everything had changed with personal experience, the pain getting fat as a gay man had inflicted, and the realization that it was okay to be
me - gay, queer, a faggot, "one of the girls" or whatever else I wanted to call myself...
When they're too young, take them off the hook and throw them back... :wink: