Saturday, October 6, 2007

College

By the time I entered college, I was pretty sure who I was, but I was in no position to reveal it. It was a small town and small campus, and things like that spread fast. I knew few GLB people, and those that I did seemed to be activist types. I had no interest in becoming an activist. Plus I was becoming well known on campus—and wasn’t ready for large numbers of people to know. The freshman year was uneventful.

My sophomore year was interesting. An openly lesbian couple joined the student government, which I had become part of early on. They were a couple of nice older than average women, and we got along well. Once, one called me a “fag hag” at a conference and had to explain it was kind of a good thing...I had no idea.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

"Fag Hag" to me is a bit demeaning but people love that lingo. The one of many lingoes in the homosexual community.

You get extra cool points for being part of Student Government. I lived and breathed SGA for the past four years.