Ever wonder what happens when you put a bunch of queer folks in a room and tell them to get shit done? Here’s my recap of the IvyQ 2014 Conference and a few things I learned along the way.
“It is still quite strange to not be in school anymore and I do have to keep reminding myself that it is OK to take some time off. That I do not have to start my “career” right this second. That as long as I am lucky enough to provide food, water, and shelter for myself, I will be ok.”
“We demand that Wesleyan University stop segregating bathrooms along gender lines and provide all-gender bathrooms in all buildings in the University.”
Keep an eye out for the queers on the tour, and let them know you’re here!
Many of us were lucky enough to have teachers who didn’t make us queer as such, but they did help make it a little easier on us, sometimes even before we knew it about ourselves. Here’s to them.
…which, if she does, would be super unfortunate for her, since Douglass is filled with a bunch of lesbians. I was one of them.
“Most of us just didn’t know. We didn’t realize that we were guaranteed these rights, so we just went along with it.”
“It was the last day of my last semester of my first year of college, and I was crying because I’d failed. I wasn’t going to continue in the interpreting degree.”
“At Wellesley, I was never homesick. Not even in the dead of winter, when Boston was buried in snow and Phoenix was at its most palatable, did I miss home.”
It’s the whole experience that makes it so beautiful: driving through the hills to get to the trail, trekking through the woods with your friends and slowly hearing the sound of the waters as you get closer.
I can’t wait to go back to Bryn Mawr, but I’m trying to make the most of these months away and, so far, I think I’m doing pretty well.
I now realize that Chinese is, for lack of a better metaphor, like a crazy ex-girlfriend. She seemed nice and inviting at first but then I realized she’s hard to deal with.
It might be June, but Kate’s still in school – in England! She’s spending her rainy summer days memorizing Shakespeare and sorting through ancient books.
Claire’s balancing being a good role model to her younger sisters while still trying to show her girlfriend a good time – all before going in to get her ACL repaired.
Yes, we need to keep working. But can we fuckin’ party for a second please.
“It took about two weeks from the time that I tore my ACL during rugby practice to know for sure that it was torn, and about twenty minutes after that to change all of my summer plans.”
To your average conservative legislator, it may seem like a good idea to let anti-gay religious or political groups choose not to have members who don’t reflect their “values.” But when it involves having students pay for their own discrimination, it’s not so simple.
“We are safe.” It was our mantra from Monday to Saturday. Every Facebook update, every phone call with a frantic friend or family member, we repeated, “We are safe.”
Relief, gratitude and staying out after everyone else has gone inside.
Over the last few weeks, there have been two incidents of vandalism found scrawled on the walls of one of the safest spaces on the Vassar campus”