Chapter 5
Sandwich Theory
Gavin
The bass from downstairs vibrates through my floor. Thursday night at Delta Psi, which means Drew's orchestrating another mandatory bonding session. He’s been talking about "brotherhood cohesion" and "shared experiences." Pretty sure he pulled that from the same management book he quotes during chapter meetings.
BANG BANG BANG.
"Gavin! Get down here and vote!" Tyler's fist hammers my door hard enough to rattle the frame. "We need you to break the tie!"
"Busy!" I call back, staring at my Psychology of Human Sexuality textbook like it holds the secrets of the universe. Which, considering my current situation, maybe it does.
"It's Predator versus Pitch Perfect!" he yells through the door. "Come on, man!"
I blink at my door. "How did those even become the choices?"
"Democracy is messy, bro! You coming or not?"
"Twenty minutes!"
"Fine! But if I have to watch another shirtless Arnold scene without backup, you're dead to me!"
His footsteps retreat down the hall, leaving me with my textbooks spread across my desk while I ask myself so many questions.
My notebook lies open, headers written in my most academic handwriting:
Write it up like any other paper, research, and conclusions… You can do this.
Behavioral Patterns Indicating Potential Same-Sex Attraction:A Clinical Self-Assessment
Right next to it, my laptop displays a significantly less clinical page, ‘Which Taylor Swift Era Represents Your Sexuality?’
Fuck. How did I get here?
Ten minutes ago, I was reading about the Kinsey Scale, taking notes like a proper psychology major. Scientific approach. Objective analysis. Then somehow, and I'm still not clear on the exact chain of events, I'd typed "am I gay quiz" into Google and fallen down the scariest rabbit hole of my life.
Now my browser history is a crime scene of increasingly desperate searches:
"Kinsey scale test legitimate"
"Questioning sexuality at 23 normal?"
"Can you be straight but think about men sometimes?"
