He told my resident leader evidently, because he felt threatened. And i can understand why. I think the main excitement was actually meeting with my resident leader (rl), because he really laid everything down. My rl is a staunch femenist, probably coming from his educational background. I went into the meeting guard down, ready to be demolished. I had my pride, my honor, and my goddamn new white vans.
We sat down and talked about some of the most amazing things you can imagine. Im educated, maybe not on his level of humanities, but i'm pretty well versed when it comes to articulating an argument and my feelings. I dabble a lot in my emotions and their deeper meaning, mostly because i want to understand my self and be efficient with my time here on earth, so i stated my deepest emotions. I told him that my hate and anger at the moment clouded my judgment and respect for him as a human being. Which i can not deny. We both came to the conclusion that my anger was not out of pure spite and useless, it was a way for me to challenge not only my own stereo types but his, and make him prove his worth. I think in the end i dotn regret calling my room mate a fagot, because it gave birth to two things:
me realizing the power of the word and the connotations which it fosters. Paired along with greater respect for peoples that are gay and lesbian.
and his own realization of hate, anger, and stereo types. with out the post he would have never been able to see the beauty of a challenge, and no matter how you define masculinity there is always room for standing up for your beliefs.
I think we all learned something that day
