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As an econ major of color that doesnt play any sports, the baseball players really arent that bad. Micro was really hard and if it wasnt for them working on problem sets with me, sukhatme wouldve failed my ass.
When I first got my period, the older women in my life told me that I was ready to become a woman. They told me that in order to do so, I needed to get cut. They told me that it wouldn't hurt. They told me that all the good women did it. They told me that it would ensure that I would get married in the future. They told me it wasn't mutilation, that it was our culture. They told me to just trust them and do it. So when I was twelve, I went to a friend of an aunt's house and a bunch of women held me down as they removed my clitoris and my inner and outer labia. At first, I started screaming because of how much it hurt, but I shut up as tears flowed down my cheeks because my screams would bring my family shame.
Fast forward seven years and here I am at Macalester. I met a really nice white boy in my Core Concepts of Computer Science class. I was having trouble with a problem set and he was conveniently on the first floor of the library one night. He helped me get through the problem set and we started talking about life. He asked me about life in Africa, told me that he wanted to get a concentration in African Studies, and told me about the time he tried to make nyama choma. I never thought a white boy, with his thick American accent, would have have the words 'nyama choma' coming out of his mouth. I completely fell for him in that moment.
We kept talking for the next couple months. He was a really nice guy and never did anything to make me feel uncomfortable. And then Kagin happened. He got really drunk and I was getting a nice buzz going. I told him that I lived in a single and that we should go back to my room. We started making out and taking our clothes off and, he saw my vagina. I remember telling him about female genital mutilation before, and how it was a common practice, even in today's world, but I never told him that I was mutilated. He just stared at it for a bit and then asked me, "Ew. Why is your pussy so fucked up?" I kicked him out. And I just cried for a few hours. It's been a while since then. And we still haven't talked.
I wish he had the capacity to love me and my 'fucked up pussy'. But he doesn't. And that hurts more than the procedure all those years ago.
Mac students have an unhealthy obsession with wanting to make their lives seem more difficult and complicated than other people's
People invited me to more stuff before I got a long distance gf. Like ya I can't go home with anyone but that doesn't mean I don't still want a social life...?
I feel disgusted that someone might have fucked on one of the desks in the lib private study rooms where I put my elbows and study. Thinking of the vestige of wiped-out body fluid on the desk makes me sick. Fuck you, whoever copulated in the library. One day I will catch one of you and humiliate the shit out of you after I call the security.
maybe theres just not that many black girls in bodacious because macalester is whiter than the KKK. like if you look at the schools white to black ratio and boadcious' white to black ratio, bodacious aint be doing that bad.
As much as Lion Babe would you like you to believe it, loving yourself and having fun are not the keys to success in life.
Gary Huang is a beautiful bundle of happiness