#way to kick in late，queerness. smh

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... i think i'm gonna pull for arlecchino actually...

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Colonizing the Colonizer

Now’s a real exciting time to be alive. I had too much leisure time last week, following a grotesque week of three midterms, a paper, and a presentation, so naturally I partied for four consecutive days. Wednesday was a Jewish blur spent at AEPI (Jewish frat), made out with MANY MANY people (all either girl kisses or gay boy kisses), and at the end (pretty blacked) I felt the need to make out with an actual straight male so I pointed at the closest male and asked “Are you straight?” Upon affirmation I proceeded to make contact, so I guess 1/5 straight male ain’t too bad for the night. Anyway, next night--ended up at DKE for the first time with Leah, Briana, and Rocky, and after a long night of mocking the aggressively white population that surrounded us, drinking progressively more and more heavily, we eventually went outside (me for a smoke, everyone else to leave and send it to Fiji--eyeroll) but apparently had lost Leah. So we all went upstairs to find the bitch, and before you know it, we’re up in some room (after a lot of mixed and straight Vitali drinks and shots) socializing. I started talking to some guy I met in the bathroom with Rocky while Briana was finessed by some other dude, and apparently the dude I was talking to was in Berkeley Republicans (according to Rocky--I have no recollection of this statement). What I DID retain was him saying he was fine with gay people but didn’t like the ones that “make it their entire identity”, and DEFINITELY something creepy about Trump. He didn’t vote last November, but still complicit. And god--I really hope he isn’t a real Republican. Anyway, he’s a brother at DKE, and eventually, Rocky went downstairs to wait--actually that’s not true in retrospect--I ditched him to go upstairs with the Republican (his name was Ethan). And before you know it, we’re in his room hooking up while Blonde plays in the background. But apparently a lot happened in between. As for Rocky, he was kicked out by brothers whilst taking a bong rip, which he was very bitter about (he drunkenly texted me “I am the burdened queer man of color” HAHAHHA). That’s an entire ordeal on its own. As for me, we had originally left to find the roof of DKE. Well, not find it, since he knew where it was, but anyway, we went up there and split a stoke (cigarette, in laymen’s terms), flirting and possibly making out (ok, probably making out). Next thing I know, we’re in his room, door locked, dim neon lights on cuz it’s a party, hooking up while Frank Ocean’s most recent masterpiece plays in the background, specifically Nikes. Minus the whole Republican thing, it was a really nice and pleasant experience. I was REALLY horny, just the right level of drunk, and literally in his bed half naked ready to get some dick. And then he says he doesn’t fuck girls the first time he meets them??? Bitch what??? He said a few weird things that night so maybe he’s just weird. Like he kept compulsively lying about his age and increasing it. Because from what I gather he’s a 21 year old transfer student/senior now, but he kept raising the age even tho this fact had already been established. Like, “actually I’m 24... 27.... 34...” WHAT THE FUCK? Like he’s definitely still in college he’s a fucking brother there. Shit was weird. Anyway, he’s saying how he wants to see me again blah blah, between intense making out since we literally just kept making out nonstop whilst he did other stuff to my body, and I got the Snap and digits and all that good stuff. Eventually, we get up and leave the room since I’m like, ok, time to go home. He then goes to the bathroom and I figure he was just looking for an excuse to run out on me so I go to the door, and when I look back, he’s there with me. He actually walks me out, waits with me for the Uber, and we were literally still making out as my Uber arrived. He was a REALLY good kisser. Anyway, all of that really doesn’t add up because the next day (we had agreed to link up on Game Day at whatever frat we ended up at) he was at the same frat as me but I was too sober to go finesse, and by the time I was drunk enough, he said he was back at DKE. So he either had another girl home and left early (but that doesn’t make any sense?) or passed out/called it a day. I don’t know. And I haven’t talked to him since. But why would he go through all that effort and be a nice guy just to blow me off? Like literally all I want is to drunk fuck him. IT’S NOT THAT DEEP?

Anyway, that was most of my shenanigans, with more random fratnanigans for the rest of Friday, and Saturday was spent quite nicely (mostly). We got Ship’s tapestry and spent the day sitting in the grass at CKC with Rocky (who had graciously forgiven me for Thursday’s headassery), Rocky’s friend visiting from Davis, Ship, Mich, and Leah. It was just nice and chill. That night though, we went out with EVERYONE (whole Bool jawn squad), and I just was not feelin it at all. I was just on my sad boiz shit, emo as hell, in the empty smoker’s corner of every party. I was sick of everything, and honestly not drunk enough. So that night sucked. And Ship kept making out with me then I had to walk her home then I had to come back and mom everyone else’s asses. Sunday, at least, was a quite amazing and fun day. We all went to Dolores Park in San Francisco (except Ship who was hungover as fuck) and besides a certain someone being an annoying nuisance, it was one of the best days yet. It was beautiful outside, Dolores was beautiful, I was with amazing friends, we were high, listening to great music, taking pics and vids, vibing. Really amazing time. I won’t even go over the little annoyances.

Anyway, I’ve been talking to this dude on Tinder who’s this total Mac Demarco LA sk8er boi--like, hardcore skater boi--AND he’s Hispanic. It’s really a vibe, especially to get away from the horrors of the Republican DKE Brother Incident, and he seemed really dope till he said he’s pledging Pi Lam. Like he would be PERFECT except for that smh. He’s HARDCORE skater boi, too. Great cute lil skater boi insta, and ANOTHER insta dedicated to him and the squads’ skater boi vids. Great music taste, great look, and his avi is Che Guevara so also woke. Ugh, WHY must he be a Pi Lam pledge?!? And it gets worse--there’s this guy in Pi Lam named Joseph who I met during welcome week (he just sort of introduced himself and said he recognized me from some group message--I had no idea who he was but I played along since he’s sorta cute). Anyway, really sweet guy, hella tall, at least half black, Malcolm X glasses, a vibe in general, but not a fuckboi so I only hit him up of course when I’m drunk, late at night. So I did that Saturday night at like 3 am after a badddd night, pretty sober but just bored and wanting to hang out. I didn’t expect a reply but I was like fuck it it’s worth a shot. And the next day he replies saying he would’ve if he were awake, and then I explained that while that seemed like a drunken booty call it wasn’t, and he replied saying he woulda been down either way. Great guy that I keep in my back pocket. ANYWAY, he’s the fucking PLEDGE BROTHER of Daddy Che Skater Boi. Soooo... the plot thickens. I wanna finesse Chris (skater boi’s real name), but despite the fact that I linked him on Insta and he’s been liking the pix of this weekend’s bullshit, he hasn’t moved our pretty successful convo outta the Tinder messages to more appropriate spaces like Snapchat and iMessage. Will keep you updated.