The Regrets of a Homophobe

Social Commentary

The Regrets of a Homophobe

Illustration: Akshita Monga


f you can’t convince them, confuse them” read an olive-green T-shirt I had bought before the start of junior college. The sheltered life of school had ended and junior college now presented the exciting prospect of wearing new clothes every day, which, no one told me, should be bought without the fashion advice of your parents. Just like every other student who has ever entered the hallowed portals of college, I was nervous, intimidated by the vastness of its human population, and wanting desperately to fit in.

Movies and elder cousins had also taught me that the initial weeks were rough, because ragging was rife in colleges. I allayed my fears by making a few good acquaintances on the first day. I’d hoped that we’d find safety in numbers and that we’d have each other’s backs.