I had dug a hole, and I was being buried by my own shame. White heteropatriarchy is one helluva drug to kick. Old loyalties die hard. It only takes one member to deny you a bid, I was told, among platitudes and assurances that most of them actually liked me. Trending Articles.
There were sorority dances, there were keg parties on the back deck, and there were plenty of men who could give me a shot glass.
Views Read Edit View history. I was invited to a party the next night, where I chugged my first beer and mostly hung out with a group of sorority women. They were young, they were pretty, and they were often as eager as me to prove themselves worthy of the attention of these Adonises.
That although we may not have seen the world that same way or agreed on many things, love is always the most important thing.