“It means bullshit! Come on, Andy, don’t you see? Brad is just playing a game here; trying to be the Big Man On Campus, the horny, stud jock. That bimbo means no more to Brad than, than—well, than a tree toad or something.”
“Well, no,” Andy replied. “I think he’s just dating. David, why are you so disturbed by the fact that Brad might not be riding our bus? You used to be so opposed to the possibility of him being gay.”
Andy was right. When Brad first came to live here I was afraid his being gay would betray the trust his grandmother had placed in us. Despite admitting Andy had a point, I still felt uncomfortable. Why was I disturbed by the thought that Brad might be straight or bi?
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