Lisa Henry

Truman, a college student living in a jock frat house, wishes the secret he was hiding was as simple as being gay. Truman's not only gay, he's a cross-dresser. Being gay, maybe that's forgivable, but Truman hates himself for his "freakish" cross-dressing. He's also got some history that makes him hate himself even more -- a "relationship" that tore his small town apart with scandal.

At the start of this book Truman is engaging in some incredibly reckless risk-taking behaviour: rough sex with strangers in hotels. He hates them, he hates himself, and he hates the compulsion that keeps him going back for more.

Then there's Stasi. Stasi is adorable, BTW. He's a good Greek boy, he's out, and he's proud. He's also got the hots for Truman, who he initially thinks is straight, then curious, then maybe on the same page as Stasi after all.

Stasi's reaction to Truman's secret: awwww And then phwoar.

This was a sweet romance between the boys, with the conflict coming from a few asshole jocks in Truman's frat house. When Truman is outed, not just as gay but as a cross-dresser, it is really awful.

Dammit, how come I can't hug characters in books? Or, more importantly, get in there and kick in some heads?

The ending was sweet and hopeful. Maybe too perfectly resolved? I got why the head of the fraternity was so accepting and welcoming, but the majority of other guys? Really? I could have done with some more fallout there. For the record, I'm glad this had the ending it did. I hope that the real world will catch up soon.