desire to do it again anytime soon。 He？d promised himself he was going to get to the bottom of
this before he hopped into the 1977 Buick Skylark his dad had given him for graduation and drove
to Evergreen in ten days。 If he were going to reinvent himself in college； which was basically the
whole point of going to college in the first place； figuring out his sexuality would be a good place
to start。 He？d even picked up a book at the Strand； where he？d worked all summer；
calledUnlocking the Closet 。 It explained that feelings of confusion and despair were natural while
you were transitioning from one sexual identity to another； and said that one should be totally
willing to ask oneself the really ？tough？ questions。 Which he really was trying to do。 Like； if he
wasn？t truly gay； then why had he kissed Greg in the first place？ Then again； why was Vanessa
suddenly looking so hot with newsprint smudges across her pale cheek？
Good question。
Dan moved over to the sad gray curtains shading the floor…to…ceiling windows in the musty living
room and attempted to tie one limp side back with a twist tie he？d found with the garbage bags
under the kitchen sink。 The yellow twist tie fell to the ground and he bent down to pick it up。
Vanessa sighed as she watched him。 He was really going to have to get in touch with his inner
diva if he was going to make a go of it as a New York City…bred gay man。
？There； how？s that？？ Dan secured the garbage tie and stood back to admire his handiwork；
looking more optimistic than he had all day。 He placed both hands on his hips。 ？Somuch better；
right？？ The fabric hung to the side； exposing the dirty hand…printed and dust…streake