School’s in. They’re out.
Section of a letter published in the Daily Centaur (_________ State University ), March 1992:
These are the members of the University Gay, Lesbian and Bisexual Alliance : perpetual victims who set out to battle homophobia wherever they think they find it. They see themselves as noble, but these same people didn’t hesitate to take advantage of society’s homophobia to punish me. And it worked.
I have no money. I have no home. And this is all because of the people whom I once thought were my friends. I’d like to think they feel shame or guilt, but I have hung out with these people for the better part of a school year and the truth is that they feel nothing.
Needless to say, all hell broke loose.
FALL 1991
The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face
On Todd Salazar’s first day of college, while his belongings were still in neatly labeled boxes on the dorm room floor, he had sex with his new roommate Darin.
The freshmen had been alone together for less than an hour before they decided to skip any dancing around the subject of their sexuality. Todd had Darin pegged the moment they shook hands; it didn’t take much longer for Darin to get the hint. Then came the awkward fumbling and unzipping on the thin-on-one-end-lumpy-on-the-other mattress. Todd came on Darin’s narrow chest, Darin on the mattress. Todd decided then to claim the other bed as his.
Darin sat up first and put his glasses. Time to go exploring. He’d never laid eyes on the campus until that day, having faked an excuse to get out of freshman orientation.
“Well,” Darin said. “Welcome to college.”
Todd, who was starting to nod off, smiled. “You know, I wondered if you were gay when we talked on the phone last month …” he said.
Darin shrugged. “You were right,” he said. “You get a gold star.”
“I guess I should start unpacking,” Todd said.
Todd had drawn the shade soon after Darin grabbed his crotch; the sunlight coming through barely illuminated the room. He watched Darin lean over to look for his underwear where and noted that his roommate’s back was studded with moles. Darin wasn’t the type Todd was usually attracted to – too skinny and pale - but Darin had been willing and horny. And there.
“So, have you done that before?” Darin asked.
Todd propped himself up on one elbow and, feeling self conscious in his nakedness, crossed his left leg over his thigh.
“There was a guy in my neighborhood I jacked off with a few times,” Todd said. “He always wanted to do more but I wouldn’t let him. What about you?”
“I’ve had boyfriends. I dated a guy this past summer: William,” Darin said. “We met in Boston , at the youth group. Did you ever go to that?”
Todd shook his head. “I never went into Boston on a regular basis. I wish I had. Are you guys still together?”
“Nope.” Darin didn’t look up from the floor. “Your folks are coming back later?”
“Yeah, after they check into their motel,” Todd answered. “They said you’re welcome to come to dinner. We’re going to try and find a place in town to eat.”
“No, it’s all right,” Darin said. “I’m going to stay and check things out.” He stood and zipped up his cheap jeans. “Tell your folks it was nice to meet them and give them my regrets.”
Todd nodded. “Sure.”
“Are you coming back to the room tonight or staying with them?” Darin asked.
“Coming back. But they’ll be back in the morning before they leave,” Todd patted Darin’s butt. “Have fun.”
“I will,” Darin said, glad to get out of the dark, cluttered room.
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