I dressed in jeans and a blue polo shirt to walk over to the party in the upperclassmen’s dorm. I had no idea what a sleeping attire party was, but figured it would involve some girls in their pajamas. When I got to the lounge room the party was already in progress. Sure enough, about half a dozen girls were in baby-doll nightgowns or very revealing short pajamas. The guy who let me in was wearing sweats; the guy next to...

“Thanks for coming with me,” Brett said. “Lots of guys your age are threatened by gays. I’m glad you’re open-minded.” I told him the truth: I had never met a gay person before in my life. He smiled and said, “I’m sure you haven’t.” I told him that I liked girls and was not open to anything other than friendship with him. He told me he figured as much. The story of my flight from the shower room had made the rounds already...

Sarah, Janice and I returned to my dorm room where the interviewer was waiting. After the interview Sarah said she was headed for one of the upperclassmen women’s dorms. Janice looked relieved. “There’s something about her that’s strange and I’m not sure what it is. We get along, so it’s not that.” We sat and talked for a few minutes, then Janice asked if I was going to take a shower. If so, she would join me. Things were...

I grabbed the brochure and went to the page where I had stopped reading. I found the part “Men are never, under any circumstances, allowed into the women’s dormitory complex.” It continued. “There are two exceptions: · If a female Senior Resident invites a man to enter the women’s dormitory complex he may enter so long as he follows her instructions and leaves immediately when told to do so. · If a class in which the man...

My father had been abusive to me, my three sisters and my mother. He was killed in an auto accident while driving drunk. I only went to the funeral to assure myself that he was really dead. I was 16. My mother had taken out a fairly large life insurance policy on him because he had no thoughts about providing for his family if he died. Now he was gone. My mother spent the next two years pounding into my head that I needed...