I even wished I was gay sometimes because their culture seemed so cool. It took me a while to really believe it, even after I fell in love with one of my best friends. It was hard to explain, even after I came out. People tend to want to interrogate you to make SURE that you're not making a mistake about this. I thought about writing this anonymously, but then I figured that it was okay.
Mills is a fairly open-minded place.
Anyone who would stare at me in the halls now probably already does, and people will forget about this column when the next big Mills issue rolls around. Last year, I was invited to my first happening. Not knowing quite what to expect, I arrived into a room full of conversation and creation. A few of the party-goers were sketching while others were playing instruments and reading original prose. Throughout the night, there were constant forms of artistic expression taking place.