As a gay teenager, especially as a gay teenager growing up in a church that didn’t necessarily support gay people, I sometimes felt like Telemakhos being hunted by the suitors. I felt like I didn’t have allies and I felt unwelcome in my home. School was also a difficult place. Kids made jokes about gay people. Even though I was not out in high school and so the jokes were not directed at me, they still hurt. When Odysseus went to the underworld, he had to face very difficult parts of his past. He had to face the death of his own mother and he had to learn his own fate. The journey was as much inside of him as it was outside, in the physical world. Even so, the journey of coming out for me was a journey inward, learning to face uncomfortable parts of myself, the parts of myself that at times I would have preferred not to exist. Eventually, though, like Odysseus made peace with his comrades from Troy, I had to make peace with my own sexual orientation, and in so doing I gained more peace and confidence in