To be blunt we were one Asian short (no stereotyping or pun intended) of a metaphorical build-your-own-microbrew six pack from your local adult beverage retailer. Allow me to paint with all the colors of the rainbow the composition of my posse: a group composed of a white woman, a black woman, a Hispanic man, a gay white man, and myself. Like many college students, I found myself at an on-campus house surrounded by my closest friends from school, an oddly exclusive bunch given the diverse makeup of colors, orientations, and backgrounds not seen outside the front covers of college brochures and the HR publications of major corporations. It was the epiphany that for once in my life, I was not the top of the food chain. It wasn’t the displays of homoeroticism that surrounded me that were so explicit they could very well make Liberace blush or the realization that I was slightly succumbing to the effects of moderate alcohol use in a very foreign environment. It merely serves as anecdotally inspired wisdom which I wish to share with those like me, those who are ignorant to the systemic pressures that support our lifestyle choices. This is not a commentary on the morality or politics of sexuality or gender nor is it meant to be divisive.
