(Image above found via Creative Commons) I let the door slam behind me.  Even though I had put on a false smile for my roommate, I still wanted him to know his presence was unappreciated.  This was my time.  My time.   Not roommate time.  Not hangout time.  Not shared time.  My time.  Even though it was our room, he was intruding. As a freshman living … Continue reading Pornography