Rape sucks, racism is bad, the bureaucracy here pisses me off, I'm graduating and am whining.Rape sucks, racism is bad, the bureaucracy here pisses me off, I'm graduating and am whining... The normal. "Ok, class, here are last week's quizzes. Miss Bonivito?" I closed the paper and stuck it under my notes, opened to a blank page, dated it, and waited for the transcribing to begin. It went on like that. More letters appeared in the file - a public mailbox of mine that received mail from about ten people and had a couple lurkers as well. I had set it up my freshman year to discuss sex, pervert frosh that I was. It had passed from machine to machine as I got new accounts on each. Now students with accounts, mostly those in a small clique I was in, wrote in... I was glad to see new, well, aliases. His letters were well-written, intelligent, showed he'd been doing quite a bit of outside reading. Refreshing. Paganism, the occult, science fiction television, tantric approaches to sexuality, feminism, bondage/domination, gay curriculum in schools... The topics blew through as the days passed on. I found myself writing in almost every day. A couple days ago I had seen posters up around campus, advertising the lecture by a visiting author. He wrote cyperpunk stuff. Being a compu-geek, I was naturally interested. I walked into the graduate research center, going in to see if anybody I knew was around. They were, and as we stood around talking in the student consulting room, the lecture came up. |