(I had just finished fixing a wobbly desk in some important prof's swank office. I smile at the realization the desk repair was not a big a job as I thought it would be. I had quoted the prof four hours, but had only taken two. That meant two hours with nada to do. I looked around hoping to find a way to amuse myself, when all of the sudden I notice this book sitting on the desk. It says, in bright pink letters, "Hey! I'm Gay, And I'm Proud, so just get over it!" I see the prof's pic on the cover and realize that the guy I am working for is definitely gay. I sit down at the newly repaired desk and begin to read. In my opinion, two hours should be just be enough time to go cover to cover.)
Once inside the Sigmund Samuel building, Jeremy waited for a few moments in the Starbucks line before sauntering up the stairs with an espresso. The set of heavy, tall, double oaken doors seemed strangely intimidating, and he supposed it was because once inside, he would be telling the world that he preferred to hump men, rather than women.
The lecture hall was full, with late stragglers relegated to standing room. Jeremy frowned at the overflow. He had exactly two hundred copies of the course outline to match the two hundred seats. Those curious but not actually enrolled, would ensure that at least some paying students might not get the copy they were entitled to.
He rested his leather bag on the drab wooden counter and surveyed the smiling eager faces. In the front row were the three teaching assistants he had hand picked to run the tutorials.
He found a piece of chalk and wrote his name, 'Professor Jeremy Wilkins,' on the black board. He then pulled out an attendance sheet and instructed that it be passed around so that students could mark 'P' next to their names if they were present. He also instructed students to take note on the sheet, which of the three tutorials they had been slated into. He then handed the two hundred copies of the course outline to his three teaching assistants, asking them to hand them out immediately.
Teaching 'Ancient Mythology 101' had proven a real feather in Jeremy's cap. Since the course was fascinating, and since it could be used by students to satisfy degree requirements as either a 'History' course or a 'Near & Middle Eastern Civilizations' course, the anticipated class size of twenty-six had ballooned to two hundred. More students were also clamoring to get in, but languishing on waiting lists.
He suddenly felt the silent phone in his pocket vibrate. No doubt Alex was calling to find out if Jeremy had actually had the courage to do the unthinkable, and that was to let the world know he was gay, starting with his students.
Jeremy sighed at the thought. As the attendance paper was being passed around, and as his three assistants were issuing the handouts to students, he had time to do exactly what he had promised himself he would do, and that is to write on the black board, next to his name, in big bold letters, 'I am gay!'
Jeremy lifted the chalk and walked back over to the black board. Once he announced to his students that he was gay and proud of it, there would be no going back. For twenty years as a professor on the University Of Toronto Campus, he had wrestled with the thought of 'outing' himself.
The phone in his pocket continued to vibrate unabated. Jeremy knew that his new boyfriend Alex would not agree to remain his boyfriend unless he stepped completely out of the closet. Still, the idea of someone writing on the board, that they were gay, seemed a little odd. Would doing so be appropriate? Would doing so make him red faced and nervous? How would his students react if he did write it? How would his new hot and hunky boyfriend Alex react if he didn't write it?
Jeremy scanned the crowd quickly before placing the chalk onto the board. Sure enough, one of those standing with keen, gorgeous blue eyes, was Alex. He surveyed Alex's face. Even from a distance, he was easily the most handsome man he'd ever laid eyes on. Add to that, the fact his body boasted a breathtaking musculature, with rippling abs and devilishly cute lips, and Jeremy knew he would be helpless in trying to cling to the closet. Losing Alex was not an option, especially since he'd become helplessly head over heels in love with him.
Jeremy could feel Alex's eyes digging into his back, wondering what the delay was all about. Why had he not yet written what he promised he would? The deal had been for Jeremy to write 'I am gay,' the moment he'd written his name. His name had been on the board for a full five minutes, and yet, the elusive words, 'I am gay,' had somehow not yet materialized.
Sweat now formed on Jeremy's brow. He had spent a lifetime denying his sexuality. Surely the frustrated onlooker Alex, would understand if 'coming clean' took a little more time to publically accomplish?
"Are there anymore, sir?"
The hastily spit out words broke Jeremy's concentration and he turned to face Clive Wendall, one of his teaching assistants.
"What was that?"
"The handouts. We ran out. We need about twenty more."