In 2001, 2002, I would play the game of popping random adjectives and nouns into Google followed by .com--purple.com, annoying.com, teddybear.com, you get the idea. One day I got up the courage--and I was shaking like a leaf--to enter gay.com. Understand I was in the school computer labs, I was still in ex-gay therapy, and I was terrified someone I knew would see me. Also understand that I had absolutely no idea what I would get when I typed gay.com.
After hits and misses, I found a bit of a home for myself in the Christian and Intellectual rooms. Some of those guys gave me the courage to make the first most tentative steps to come out. Fast-forward just a few years and the environment was absolutely nothing like that. (A couple of years ago, in a bout of severe depression and loneliness, I entered my local room just to have someone to talk to, and was run out with claims that I was a mean, arrogant person and that I was lying about being from Minneapolis.) But had it not been what it was when it was, over a decade ago, it's possible that my life would have gone far, far worse.