QUOTE : I want to.” That was it. Choice. The idea hit him like a defibrillator<br />burst—spreading out from his chest in hot, sure waves that tore past the<br />indecision and stagnation of the last week. The roar in his head crackled,<br />then calmed, sanity returning like oxy gen to his starved Hulk brain. He<br />didn’t have to, but he was choosing to. And may be that was what was<br />missing from his life—choice. He hadn’t chosen to be gay. Hadn’t chosen<br />to come out to the world. Hadn’t chosen where he’d go to college—free<br />tuition from two professor parents made that a nondiscussion. Hadn’t<br />chosen to come here. Hadn’t chosen to stay. But this? He was choosing<br />this, and the freedom made his nerves jangle.