My Two Cents
Written by Anahita Kodali
When I came out in the ninth grade, I was met with a wide variety of responses. The most predictable was from my sister, who hugged me and then burned my Minecraft house down in retaliation for a prior battle. The most perplexing was from a teammate on the swim team, who told me that she supported me but also that she “didn’t believe in gay people.” The most calming was from my research partner, who looked at me, eyes glazed over from a long night of literature review, and simply said “okay.” Suffice to say, I’ve had my fair share of odd reactions. For the most part, they’ve been positive. The vast majority of the people in my life didn’t care about my sexuality, and, to be honest, before I came to Dartmouth, neither did I. There were always more important things at the back of my mind – school, debate, research, sports …
While I was lucky enough to avoid the homophobia that many of my LGBT peers have experienced, I also felt a disconnect from the LGBT community. I learned to accept that I was gay, but I was never one of those gay people; I avoided queer clubs, I tried to associate myself with mainly straight people, and I shied away from conversations that required me to think critically about my identity as a gay woman. I knew that I was gay, but it wasn’t something that I actively thought about, and for the time being, simple acceptance was enough.
I leave you with this message: our community builds its strength not from geographic proximity but from the positivity and love that we foster, and there is no place in it for hateful rhetoric of any kind. I’ve found a home at Dartmouth that I never thought I would be able to, and by working to make Dartmouth a kinder place, every student will be able to find their people, too.
Yours truly,
Anahita
Featured Image by Jason Leung on Unsplash
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