Am about halfway through this time in my life depending on how much I want to tell, but thought this would be a good time to give some background about our situation and how we dealt with it.
In the early 80s there wasn't a strong les or bi movement here in the States. And Jeannie and I had gone to a football mad school in a southern state. And being a southern state university it was steeped in tradition that went back generations. And few of those traditions matched what Jeannie and I were doing together.
Our classes were integrated-I mean not just racially, but also by sex, which doesn't sound earth shattering but it was in a way.
Even though it was a major public university, there had been an arrangement in years past that coeds would take at least some if not most of their classes at a companion "girls" school. The girls would go to the university for classes that school didn't offer. So while that practice had ended several decades before and girls could fully go to our school, there was still a lingering sense that the administrators would just as soon go back to the "good ol days". As a matter of fact the girls dorms were at the "girls" college and that was a 20 minute walk. It was great to be Greek and live right next to the main campus!
And Sorority rush was a genteel thing that involved tea or party dresses, conservative heels and even accessories like gloves as well as hats for us girls if an event were held outside. Nylons were a must have accessory regardless of the temperature.
Now, I truly loved how beautiful and sexy the look was-how it made me feel, really-and to this day I will tend to favor the romantic and girly look in my every day appearance.
Anyway, jewelry and makeup likewise were a must have for all of us everyday and had to be understated but showed that your family had resources (code word for money, and preferably old money) and good taste. Ha-not from this girls family but I faked it well!
Tailgating at football games if you were Greek involved silver candlesticks, linen table cloths and redjacketed servers under sycamore, oak and maple trees that were very old. Almost as old as the trees were some of the alumnae we had to make small talk with and their husbands who flirted shamelessly with us in varying degrees of seriousness. That reminds me of one old guy and his wife at a tailgate and game that story is not for now.
If you went on a date your date as often as not would wear a sport coat and tie. A young lady would wear a knee length dress-no shorter.
Jeans and shorts were fine for class and labs or if you were going out for a pizza date or something with your girlfriends. Unless you were a senior, there was a curfew.
Our house mother would actually give us a brief once over to make sure that we were appropriately attired for the evening. We were never allowed to wear shorts and tennis shoes on real dates-had to be a sandal of some kind.
And being gay, les or bi were not in the accepted norms of the state, university, or town except for Mardi Gras when all morals were thrown to the wind and scattered about. Then it was 6 weeks of drinking, drugs, sex and debauchery, sort of like what would happen after we'd won a big game-haha!
Jeannie and I weren't brought up in that culture. I was there on a partial athletic scholarship with the remainder being made up with several grants otherwise I'd have ended up at Cal St Long Beach or Cal Poly SLO as we weren't wealthy or anything like that.
It was a different world for me although I reveled in being able to shop for all kinds of new clothes for every kind of social occasion-and while it wasn't cheap, my parents indulged my lifestyle. Seriously though I enjoyed most all of those traditions and what seem like silly rules but somehow it made my life there memorable.
Jeannie was the daughter of Catholic parents in a small town in southern Illinois where her dad was the president of the local savings and loan. Except for one week when I went to visit her, I really didn't know that part of her life.
So in short we were a bit on the outside of things but school work, athletics and Greek life were much needed integrators in that cloistered society.
But we faced obstacles
If we were found out, our lives wouldn't be ruined but we'd be shunned by those we'd come to know and be friends with...so we had to hide from our sorority sisters first, then our house mother, and then last but not least, our male relationships.
So here are some of the ways we'd cope.
The bathrooms
We'd have short make out sessions in one of the bathrooms under the guise of sharing limited bathroom space with a house full of girls. I remember her straddling me on the floor. I pushed her t-shirt up over her breasts and were pinching both nipples while we kissed. Jeannie liked me to be rough with her boobs. They were small, and her nipples were always firm and hard. She liked me to do more than a gentle tug- what she really wanted me to do was apply enough force that I would at times cause a faint bruise I was so rough on them. And she also liked me biting them hard when we were making love. She would literally squeal when I bit them just right. I always worried that I'd hurt her but she never seemed to have a limit on how hard I'd pinch or bite them.
It was fun, exciting and a bit dangerous. The downside was that we'd be able to do little more then get each other hot and bothered.
The les bars in town
