i'm writing this

because my heart shouldn’t pound in my chest when i round corners, waiting to see whether the poster i hung last night will still be there.

because i shouldn’t feel threatened in the place i want to spend the next 3 years of my life.

because 50 of my posters have been ripped down, in the midst of many other unrelated ones that are still standing.

because a flyer promoting a peace studies project can last for 2 weeks, but a gaypril poster can not last 8 hours.

because i had to get the dean, the president, and the chaplain involved in this.

because people give me pitiful looks when they see me.

because when you’re not president of prism, you don’t notice these things. 

because i’m the only one that keeps count.

because i’ve never been more protective of a piece of paper.

because i give a damn.

because i know if it was any other kind of poster, it’d still be there.

because i am homosexual. 

because i will not be silent.

because i cannot comprehend why that should bother anyone.

because people still use language that is completely inappropriate.

because my sexual orientation should not bother you.

because you are a fucking asshole.