Gay fraternity stories

In the early s, I tried to join a frat at Georgia State University. No, I won’t say which one. That’s not the point of this story. It was the week before pledges get initiated – popularly known as “Hell Week” – and I was nervous. You lasted through Hell Week or you didn’t make the cut.

At each party, I observed different ways to inhabit a gender role or sexuality. Queers were like dots on a map, in territory I didn’t know existed, expanding and distorting the borders until it.