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My life ended on an cock's-crow December evening in 1987 when one of my fraternity brothers came into my frat-organization bedroom and asked me, ''Are you a homosexual?''

This was the opening move in a plan that, I quickly found out, had been crafted over a number of days since a non-fraternity friend had betrayed my belief to my closest fraternity brothers. While I was being questioned, two other brothers whom I had inadvertently implicated were being choleric-examined. Long, painful story short, there was much yelling and screaming, culminating with someone I had once dream of as a friend standing menacingly outside my door with a bat.

The situation didn't devolve into fury, though I still felt beaten. Not everyone was against me, but the support I had was vanishingly small. I was given a na message: ''Get out.''

The deal was that I would move out after Christmas break, which left me with two painful weeks living in the house. Someone I had considered my best friend, a man journalism student who lived at the other end of the hall, never looked me in the eye again. He did, however, loudly ratify a ''heterosexuals only'' table when I entered the dining room to grab a panel to take back to my room.

Source: Metro Weekly

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