Comfortable in my position on this floor, and in my sexuality I put up signs all over my door. One read i heart steve, another read Sorry, I'm an Economics Major. Kyle repeatedly hung my "i heart steve" sign on the inside of the door. I confronted him about it. I wanted that sign on the front of my door. I wanted to scream it from the top of the building. Nothing was going to stop me from saying it. Everyone already knows I'm gay. Who cares!?
The second night it stayed out on the door. The ignorance of some members on my floor became apparent. I got up from my bed to go to the bathroom quickly, then I would return to Steve. It was Sunday morning. I looked at my door and someone had written on a watercolor my little brother Matt made for me. It read, "Hello Ma, I suck dick for nickels." The message annoyed me, I'll admit. The main reason for my frusteration was that they wrote it on the drawing my little brother did for me. He made that just for me!
I replied to the message. My response enlisted the use of such phrases as "gigantic loose pussy" and "just knock." I was shocked by the response to such a special gesture. I don't hit on the guys on the floor, don't stare in their rooms as I walk by. In fact, I go out of my way to not see anything in the showers, out of respect for them. In fact, my communication with people on my floor seems to be mainly limited to the other gay guys on the floor.
While this certainly doesn't toss me into a level of depression, it may toss me into a sense of activism. If someone feels so threatened by that sign, what does that say about our society? A society unable to tolerate love.
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