Caught in the Act of Self-Discovery

So here I am, your typical 21-year-old college student trying to figure out life. Lately, since my divorce last month, things have been a bit chaotic on all fronts, work, school, and especially personal relationships. But hey, you gotta do what you gotta do to survive right? So yeah, after years of being in the same rut, I finally decided it was time for change. Part of that change involved exploring my sexuality more openly than ever before. Last week, I ended up surprising myself with a rather intimate video call with someone I've known online for ages but never met IRL. It felt like this huge step forward, not just from the breakup trauma, but as a person who deserves to feel and explore desire freely. But uh... my roommate walked in on me mid-swing, to put it bluntly. Let's just say she gave me an earful about privacy before leaving me red-faced and trying to explain why I wasn't just streaming some Netflix movie. She was definitely not expecting a call with heavy breathing and moans. It was awkward AF but also kinda hilarious how unexpected the turn of events was, now we have this little inside joke, though she's still giving me side-eye every time she passes by my room.