One of my roommates at UT was homosexual. Ironically, his older brother was also homosexual. His family (including my roommate), being fervent Christians, disowned his older brother for being gay. He was absolutely petrified about anyone finding out his orientation. He was mortified when my friend (fellow roommate) and I told he that we knew. After a couple months of coxing him, we finally were able to turn our house into a "safe zone" where he could express his views and feelings freely without fear that such information would be broadcast to the world. It really improved his quality of life I think.
It is really said to see the stark contrast of a homosexual growing up in Atlanta (where my best friend at UT and I were raised) and how my homosexual roommate from Bum****ville, TN was raised. The homosexuals in our high school freely expressed themselves and were comfortable within their own skin. If someone cracked a joke, they would either roll with it or nonchalantly brush it off. His experience couldn't be further opposite; not to mention that his "home" was the worst offender.
Although I love UT and had some of by best memories there, such instances really gave me a certain level of disdain for the type of people it harbored. Granted there is a certain level wherever you go, Tennessee just always felt different.