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birdplug · 7 years

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Targum

by L. David Sorin

Sitting in my dorm room on a chilly October day, I leafed through the pages of the “Rutgers Daily Targum.” As I came to the back page I noticed a tiny box in the lower corner. “Rutgers Gay Alliance meeting Thursdays, 6 PM, Rutgers Student Centerr.

My heart beat fast as I considered the possibilities for meeting other gaymen. Having come from a small farming town in central New Jersey, I knew very few others that shared my feelings for other men.

“Holy crap, It’s Thursday,“ I realized, “one more class and I could make that meeting tonight.” The clock couldn’t move fast enough during that class. Promptly upon being dismissed, I made a bee-line for the campus bus. As it pulled up in front of the student center, I was arush with feelings of excitement, danger and anticipation.

Students were shuffling about as I entered the student center. There, up on the wall, Was the daily activities board. As I wove my way through the buzz of student activity in the lobby, the listing became legible… Photography club, 138: Spanish club, 144 and Gay Alliance; 222.

“Damn,” it’s already 5 after, have to take the stairs. My stomach got tight and my heart raced. In the cinder block stairwell I began ascending the steps, the thought racing through my mind was someone was going to see this fagot heading to the Queer Aliance meeting. I was sure to get jumped and the shit kicked out of me. But I made it to the second floor. The door to the room was open and I heard voices and laughter coming from within. There were not just a couple of gay people there, but perhaps a dozen or more. It struck me that, across the room, one man was brushing another man’s hair, And no one noticed. Two women were sitting together at the table holding hands. And no one cared. I felt like I belonged here.

So, the following week’s meeting took forever to come, but I returned, a little less nervous as I climbed the stairs. I entered the room and saw many of the familiar faces I had seen the previous week. Among them however, stood out an alluring guy on the other side of the room. I was drawn to his gorgeous, wide, hazel eyes. Our eyes locked together in an intense, fleeting stare.

To make a long story short writing this is harshing my buzz and I need to get more wine.

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birdplug · 9 years

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The true story of how I met Milton Berle

My dad passed away in 1974. I was 14. To recuperate from the caregiving process of my father's dying from Lou Gehrig's Disease, my mom took me to California for six weeks. We made some stops along the way in Albuquerque and Las Vegas before we ended up in California to spend a month with her good cousin Connie. While were staying in Las Vegas. My mother was with me in the casino and had to go to the bathroom and that she was cutting through the casino she met Milton Burrell playing another slot machine as she was so excited it and said oh Mr. Burrell could I get your autograph for my son and that he said... To be continued... - L. David Sorin

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