As someone who identifies as mostly male, living on a floor designated “female” is a bit awkward. I have to share my showers and toilets with 40 young ladies. I am constantly uncomfortable, and spend as little time as I can manage wandering the floor. I will shower at 1 or 2 in the morning to avoid others. I rush in and out of the bathroom. It’s not very easy for me, but living here sometimes makes me laugh.
I appear to be a somewhat butch lesbian. I don’t do anything to discourage this assumption with my rainbow shoelaces, and rainbow studded belt that I wear almost every day. I speak openly about my involvement in PRIDE, talk about cute girls as I wander campus, and display a Safe-zone sticker on my door. This of course makes some of the girls on my floor a bit wary to be around me (because FACT: all lesbians want in YOUR pants). I really want to mess with them by either claiming to be completely straight, or by always walking down the hall holding hands with a random girl.
Thankfully, I’m not the only queer person on the floor, the young lady two doors down is bi, and we hang out from time to time. Today, I had to bite my tongue to keep from giggling, as she expressed her joy over finally having a female friend— Me. I wanted to go up to her and say, ”You still don’t, honey”.