<p>I was commenting on one of the * "I'm gay / how do I tell my roommate" * and I'm thinking my problems with gay roommates could be interesting. It will be a long post...</p>
<p>* [Full disclosure: I'm straight, not homophobic but strongly against the enfranchisement of "gays" (os lesbians, or whatever) as a category with particular rights deriving from one's sexual prefferences, regardless of what they might be. I'm not an American citizen. I believe people should be free to have sex and establish civil parternships with whom they want, but marriage should be a strictly heterossexual mutual-exclusive arrangement no matter what :) ] *</p>
<p>We used to live on an apartment-like arrangement, off campus, with 4 other guys. The one who sared a bedroom with me happened to became one of my best friends, we went to parties together, took a lot of classes together, travelled on the break together with other ppl and so on. He was pretty cool, and as roommate, the one I had nothing to complain about. I used to gave him rides everyday to University, as he didn't have a car. We used to do groceries together, and I usually gave him rides to his hometown (400 miles away) when I was driving further north to a city I visited often.</p>
<p>Later, he went into an exchange problem far away, for a semester. When he came back at the beggining of next semester, he was different, not willing to talk past the "hi there / can you give me a ride / have we paid the cable bill". He stopped going out with us (I'm not the heavy-party type, but aprreciate a Friday night out with friends) altogether and was progressive recluse in his own room (we were living then each one in one bedroom).</p>
<p>We both used to be high-ranked students (I ended up finishing as first of my class), but his grade-effort approach changed from the previous "I'll try my best" to "I want to safely pass and that's fine, college sucks". He started sitting alone on classrooms, isolated.</p>
<p>One day he invited a friend from other city to stay at our apartment. It was ok, everyone could bring ppl to our own rooms, but he took a very unusual and hard effort to clean over the place, decorate his room, buy fine food and so on. His room was like an hotel room when the other subject came. By the time, he didn't have any date we knew about in last months, but it was his life. And I didn't suspect anything, as he was an ok guy, had have girlfriends and dates in the past and appeared to be a normal, straight, no freak heterossexual roommate.</p>
<p>Cutting history short, he had become gay, and invited his partner to our apartment. Meanwhile, someone at college figured it out, took some pictures of them at a local mall, hacked my email account and used it to send the material to hundreds of people through my email account. In the process, the hacker or his/her fellow also used my e-mails to spread gossips about other girls taking the same Major classes, claimed to have more "graphic material" he would spread out if I didn't apologize to a club which I complained about on freshman year due to hazing threats (I refused to participate in the freshman's general hazing, the guys threatened to hit my car and called me to "watch out" while walking in the campus, I called the Dean office and club guys get noticed).</p>
<p>The situation went from bad to worse when long-stading two close female friends asked me to complain with the blackmailer demands in order to protec their privacy, as they were fearing that dirt from freshman drunk stupid parties could come from their past to be posted online on the internet forever. I refused to comply, lost the two friends who then said that * "you would have been the one who had pretended to had have your own email hacked because you might be the one who is gay and is interested in your roommate"*. </p>
<p>Campus IT security was called in, but they couldn't figure out who had hacked my email, as it was done through password stolen from a open door I left on my smartphone which had the email's password stored as a file in the "Bluetooth transfer folder". We never knew who hacked my account. It should be noted that the hacker and/or his fellow not only posted material regarding ousting roommate's new gay life, but also went through my archive and posted out very private messages I had exchanged with dates, friends, parents and even my doctor. Fortunately, I had changed my Facebook password days before.</p>
<p>The worst part is that even after this initial facts, I went out to loudly defend my roommate, caliming that my account had been hacked and that those messages were bogus and products of a sick mind with tons of free time in senior year to stage such an odious campaing.</p>
<p>Later, when it was proved that the claims the blackmailer did were partly true (that my roommate was behaving as gay and having romantic encounters in my own aparmtment during breaks while I was travelling around), I was totally pi--ed off, I had standed out defending him from an apparent defamation campaing and he didn't care to tell me the truth. I was such an a-hole not believing in the evidence (lack of dates, reclusive, setting up a room from a "friend" who would visit him, close proximity of him and his friend in the couch watching TV...).</p>
<p>He was ashamed (for a reason!), and moved out to live alone in a hurry, he couldn't even dare to speak to me (and I hadn't yelled at him or doing nothing else than saying how much disappointed and sad I was that he let me claiminng the blackmail was false when he knew all the time (it was his life!) it was all true). No mercy for doing that, friendship is over, I regret to have ever meet him, and I'm and a-hole for hadn't got it before.</p>
<p>At least, he ended up almost alone, finishing his degree in kind of social disgrace, expect for some sympathetic girls (my two ex-friends who asked my to comply with the blackmailer). His family is utterly conservative, he would have a harsh time if they find out (I was tempted to forward all the materials to them - I've met his parents before and had stayed in his home before -), but I resisted, it would be hust vengeace. AFAIK, he stopped seeing his gay-lover and is now in a kind of assexual approach, afraid of any new relationship besides friendships. His family (to which he used to be VERY close and had tons of affection) got distant.</p>
<p>Let's make it clear: problem was not he becoming gay, but letting me and others defend him from the blackmail attemps when the content was eventually proven 100% true.</p>
<p>** CONCLUSION: roommates who change their sexual orientation during college can ruin your life and cause you tons of problems - beware. **</p>