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...Michael A. Gee ’03, Toby D. Anekwe ’03 and Aaron M. Tievsky ’03. “YOU’RE DOING WHAT?” he asked me in his e-mail format, all caps, comical by day, but somehow haunting when he is actually angry or incredulous. When I informed him that they were gay, and that Mather house allowed for such arrangements, his tone didn’t change, and he was sure I was entering some sort of sketchy roommate lair that would swallow his only, delicate daughter...
...always somehow wracked with little pains of annoyance. I remember nights in Lamont, looking up to see one of my sweaters, stretched over a roommate’s larger shoulders, wandering out to the e-mail terminals. And I can’t even begin to recount the number of cheap-o drug store items—the Jane glittery cosmetics and plasticy bangle jewelry—that have disappeared into the black holes that seem to exist in every female-only room I’ve ever populated at this campus...
...overdone behavior that we are told should exist between gay guys and a girl. Our room always seemed terribly honest, because we created an environment that was infused with comfort. There is a certain dynamic between girls and guys that lacks sexual tension that seems to be somehow more soothing than the typical interactions that transpire between roommates of the normal order. We talked openly like many roommates do, but at the same time, underlying it all, there was an element of innocent physical contact. Toby would always hold me between his chiseled arms when I felt sad, and Mike...
...looked up to see two girls, stragglers after the revelry, sprawled on my beaded pillows with limbs entangled, lips locked. I stood there drunkenly holding my sheet, and the idea of immediately ousting them from the room flashed through my mind. But then I paused, and felt somehow happy for them. For they were there, in our room, doing what they wanted and not really caring what anyone else thought. My voice died in my throat, and a subtle smile stretched across my face as I spun around to go change in the bathroom...
...he’s had malaria “a couple of times. Well, maybe more than a couple.” He’s also managed to contract “the usual diseases that goofy anthropologists or incautious students get,” though he has somehow avoided acquiring the drug-resistant tuberculosis he often treats...