Out of the Closet
My sophomore year of college, I had gotten my housing situation figured out too late, so I ended up signing a lease for a three-bedroom apartment with two random roommates. Previous to moving in, I got a phone call from the first roommate, A. She informed me she was in the Coast Guard and we talked about hobbies, what we were studying in college and things to bring to the new apartment. Everything seemed to be fine; she was pretty easygoing and low key. When I arrived to move in, she had brought her friend with her to help her move in and they both seemed to be nice enough. I realized her friend, who I initially thought was a small boy, was in fact a girl, but it didn’t really phase me. Later that day, A. announced that her friend was a lesbian, and A. tearfully told me she was often asked if she was a lesbian as well. My parents have always had a lot of gay and lesbian friends so this was nothing shocking to me. I simply told her that there was nothing wrong with being gay and that I don’t make assumptions or judgements about anyone’s private life.
The other room didn’t get filled for about four months and A. and I got along just fine. Finally around November another roommate E. moved in, and immediately asked A. if she was lesbian. This sent A. into hysterics, while E. was confused at what just happened. Finally, after much encouragement and discussion that being gay was fine, wouldn’t change the way we thought about her, etc. A. finally came out of the closet. This is when it all went downhill. A. was from a (moderately) conservative family, but I made sure to tell her that there was nothing wrong about being gay and that her parents would still love her — the whole deal. Apparently, though, E. also expressed her curiosity with the same sex and one night at a party that all three of us went to, A. and E. were all over each other and ended up hooking up a bit. I was slightly horrified. Hooking up with a roommate is a major major mistake, but two girls hooking up is asking for WWIII. After this, things got really awkward between everyone. A. and E. fought constantly, hooked up a little bit, fought some more — so much so that my neighbor could hear their screaming arguments through the walls and figured out exactly what was going on. But eventually A. got a girlfriend and upon our first meeting where I was nothing but polite and friendly, A.’s girlfriend told A. that I obviously hated gay people, and labeled me a “breeder.”
A.’s girlfriend then proceeded to spend the night every night, would not speak to me, talked shit about me behind my back, did cocaine in the house (which I was definitely not ok with), left large sex toys propped on the windowsills for my neighbors to see, as well as eat my food. A. joined the rugby team, and often hosted rugby team parties at our apartment. All of the girls on the team were lesbian and many had (to put it nicely) very large athletic builds. All were convinced that I hated lesbians (after all, I’m a breeder right?). I was terrified to come home, as there were often 300 pound girls in my living room wanting to beat me up, I found passive-aggressive notes on my milk containers calling me a breeder, etc. Finally at the end of our lease, E. (who had started dating girls) and I found a new apartment and moved out. I never heard from A. again, despite my attempt at getting back the comforter she stole. I still, unfortunately, see A.’s (now ex) girlfriend around campus.
Wow, so you helped A come out and feel better about herself, and in return she let her friends drive you out of the house? How sweet. I’m glad you made it out alive lol. Lesbians are vicious when scorned.
Wow. You damn breeder!
But seriously, it sucks you didn’t feel safe in your own apartment.
Breeder?
Gold star to the OP for surviving!
incidentally, a “gold star” is a lesbian who hasn’t slept with the opposite sex. I’m sure that was unintentional.
anyway, I get really turned off by this form of hostile lesbian. I’m really outspoken myself, and obviously don’t take kindly to people who are truly homophobic, but I’d never go about accusing indifferent types. it’s almost a thing to prove for some, and any person with something to prove really just puts me off. I’ve dealt with a lot of negativity, but I generally be and let be when it comes to people’s sexuality. the nitpicking is just immature and blah blah…and people throwing “breeder” around with such snide. I just wish we could all relax.
I’m with LRL..but in university, when a lot of lesbians are just coming out, and are away from their families for the first time, this type of ‘militancy’ is not unusual. I remember getting that kind of thing as well but just rolled my eyes and let them think what they wanted. But fortunately,i didn’t have them as my roommate. Although for a short time, I lived with a woman who described herself as ‘omnisexual’ and her lesbian roommate, but the lesbian was pretty cool and we got along great…it was the ‘omnisexual’ who gave me grief, but she was a pathological phoney anyways. She actually had a boyfriend at the time but only fucked him so she could further her slimy career and went around portraying herself as super-lesbian. She was an actress actually, which made me wonder when I heard her shrieking at 3 am while she and her fake-boyfriend were shtupping.
Omnisexual, eh? I don’t know how long ago you were in college, but mayhap your “omnisexual” roommate was a Torchwood fan gone off the deep end?
Hypocritical much?
I hate it when you’re fine with people’s religion/sexual preference/etc. and they turn around and dump on you because apparently, admitting you don’t hate them for inane reasons is showing weakness or something.
As if their time would not be spent better dumping on people who actually think they’re “unnatural” or some shit.
“Breeders”– I haven’t heard that expression since I was in art school, decades ago. As I recall, my gay acquaintances would apply the word to just about every heterosexual who crossed their paths.
It reminds me of a cartoon that used to appear in National Lampoon—“The Brothers Aesop, Siamese Twins”. When the conjoined twins began to notice that other children weren’t like them, their mother told them that THEY were ‘normal’ and all unconnected children were merely poor unfortunate freaks. The twins proceeded to hang out of the window every day, shouting “Dirty unkies!”(unconnecteds) to any passing children.
Hilarious how people turn vicious, once they’ve found the warm safety of their particular clique.
LOL! I remember that cartoon!
no, the ‘omnisexual’ dates back to the 80s, LONG before Torchwood. She actually didn’t call herself that until later. She was just an opportunistic phony who would be ANYTHING the situation called for.
I’m sorry, but “breeders” has to be one of the lamest insults I’ve ever heard.
It’s weird to go back & re-read these posts & see what lame comments I left.