Packing

When I say I’m busy packing for University, I didn’t mean it in quite the same way as Creepy Lesbo. I’m not entirely sure what my parents would say, should they spot me ‘packing’ a silicone contraption and a harness. Of course – that’s one of the reasons for moving away for study.

My mother is despairing still – why can’t I just pack nice pick t-shirts like she wants me too? Must I bring my boxers? Surely she can’t expect me to survive for ten weeks of a term without my tie collection.

While I am preparing to escape and burst out of a closet in Leicester in a scene reminiscent of ‘The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe’, from what I can see, other’s aren’t quite so sure of how to approach their new life.

Moving away to study ‘across the water’ (as so many N. Irish people put it), can be a daunting experience. Having to make new friends, keep up with academic work, and take advantage of cheap drink is enough to keep anyone busy. Perhaps coming out is another burden, but I believe a fresh and honest start is what I need. Yet, some gay friends of mine who are seemingly very secure in their sexuality; still don’t feel able to come out – even away from home.

I on the other hand, am not only packing, I’m preparing for my new beginning.