GLBTQ students struggle to find voice, identity

Published: February 19, 2009, 4:00 pm ET
Collegian Staff

This article is the first in a series in which The Collegian will explore issues facing the queer community at the University of Richmond.

At a recent meeting of students from the sexual minority community at the University of Richmond, senior John Frank sat center of a large conference table, eyeing the faces of the six other students in attendance — men and women, freshmen and seniors, Greek-affiliated and independent.

All were invited by word-of-mouth. The group had no name and no status as a university-sanctioned club. On a few torn-out sheets of notebook paper, Frank had scrawled a brief introduction that articulated a handful of goals.

“The purpose of this meeting is not to talk about what’s wrong with campus,” read Frank, who is openly gay. “We need to build a queer community, raise awareness of the queer communities among queers themselves.”

Frank acknowledged he was frustrated with the lack of a visible sexual minority community on campus, a sentiment that more than a dozen students, faculty, staff and administrators have echoed during interviews.

“The culture is dominated by fraternities, which is OK and not problematic, but some frats promote homophobia,” Frank said. “All of these things go unchallenged. There are those who speak up against it, but the voices aren’t heard.”

For these students, conquering what they view as widespread assumptions that everyone on campus is heterosexual is merely one task in a long list of goals.

“Most people assume you’re straight until you say otherwise,” Frank said.

But the GLTBQ community is one that often lives cloaked in shadows — invisible, silent, fearful of ridicule and largely fractured and divided, students said. The number of students reluctant to come out as a sexual minority is of deep concern for some members who are GLBTQ — Gay, Lesbian, Bisexual, Transgender and Queer/Questioning.

“Sexual minorities experience, what I call ‘minor indignities’ almost every day,” said Glyn Hughes, director of Common Ground. “I put ‘minor’ in quotes because I don’t think they are minor at all. Whether it’s a T-shirt on the row or just walking by a room and hearing somebody say ‘faggot,’ it creates an environment that is not welcoming.”

Several at the student meeting said they had invited closeted friends who ultimately refused to come, fearing that their sexual identity would emerge through association with the group.

“I think that there is silence on campus,” said one upperclassman in a sorority, and a member of the queer community, who identified as a lesbian, but questioning.

“I think it’s gotten worse since my freshman year. And when you come out, there’s a very thick fear that you’ll be clumped with other gay people. You fear losing your identity — that it would overshadow everything else.”

Ideological disagreements and a lack of united student leadership have left the sexual minority community a shell of what it was four years ago, several others acknowledged.

“First-year students don’t have a visible outlet from the students, and there’s little from the administration,” said junior Emily Miller, another member of the queer community. “Everyone knows everyone’s business, so a small campus makes it difficult [to come out].”

Discomfort about disclosing sexual identity is not limited to students. GLBTQ faculty, staff and administrators said they were reluctant to reveal their sexual identity because they were unsure of how people would react.

“I’m noticing that I’m interacting with students more than in my previous jobs,” one staff member said at a Monday meeting of the Common Ground GLBT Community Board which is made up of GLBTQ and heterosexual people. “But I am ‘covering’ a lot more than I used to, and I don’t know why. For whatever reason, the vibe I’m getting is that I can’t present myself in front of students.”

People from many departments on campus were represented during the Monday GLBT board meeting, which drew about 30 people. Representatives from the police department, recreation and wellness, Residence Life and Common Ground gathered on the third floor of the Tyler Haynes Commons, as they do each month, to talk about GLBTQ issues related to campus.

Tracy Cassalia, a health educator for the Weinstein Center for Recreation and Wellness who says she tries to incorporate issues of sexuality into wellness courses, said the Richmond community had a reluctance to discuss these issues openly.

“They think: ‘[Sexual minorities] are not going to raise a conflict, and if we ignore it long enough, they’ll shut up and go away.’”

Although many sexual minorities said they felt discriminated against, others said they had never been targeted or felt different from heterosexual students. But incidents of bias have occurred each semester during recent years, leaving many in the GLBTQ community wondering what their place is on campus.

Several weeks ago, a fraternity pledge was made to wear a T-shirt displaying a derogatory statement directed at gay men while he served drinks during an on-campus lodge party.

“The thing that frustrates me most is the utter silence on campus,” said one attendee who was a member of a GLBTQ activist group. “We chalk on the forum and nobody says anything. We write editorials in the paper and nobody comments on them. But if you take away their trays at D-Hall on Fridays, you never hear the end of it.”

Some in the group agreed that the silence that surrounds GLBTQ issues at Richmond was frustrating. Others said they had noticed that their actions had spurred conversations among small groups of people, indicating progress.

“I came here and thought I was going to come out to everybody,” Frank said. “You go to college thinking it’s going to be more liberal. I can’t speak for other schools, but the pressure is still here to not talk about it. The most difficult thing is … a reluctance to be yourself all the time.”

New Directions, formerly the most visible student-led group for sexual minorities, renamed itself to Student Alliance for Sexual Diversity (SASD), but has yet to meet.

A separate group of seven students from the Allies Institute, a diversity program on campus, is organizing efforts for a National Day of Silence in April to raise awareness for those in the closet. Now defunct are two other groups — Icebreakers and Safe Zone — the latter of which formed in late 1996 to provide a safe outlet for GLBTQ students.

For all of the challenges facing the sexual minority community, there appears to be gathering momentum to address the group’s concerns.

“I’m not really gay in a sorority, I’m just in a sorority,” the upperclassman said. “I fit in other sections of the Richmond mold. You don’t have to fear losing everything by coming out.”

Collegian staff writers have interviewed more than a dozen students, administrators and alumni, some of whom were granted anonymity because they had not disclosed their sexual identity to others.

Contact staff writers Dan Petty at dan.petty@richmond.edu and David Larter at david.larter@richmond.edu

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  • Grant gibbs

    The “assumption of heterosexuality” so often maligned by many in the LGBTQ community is only logical. I don’t know any sociologist or statistician who would put the number of LGBTQ people over 25% of the population.

    When I walk around campus, I am in a minority- I am an agnostic/atheist. People in society often assume a religious preference, but you don’t hear me complaining. Why? Because statistics tell us that it’s a waste of time and energy to give equal attention to both minorities and majorities. Even if you have 56 different boxes to check under the ‘sexuality survey’, you’ll still end up ignoring the .0004% of people that have a ninja turtle fetish.

    Get real people. You are entitled under the constitution to be treated equally, and to have your rights respected. You don’t have a right to be overrepresented.

  • John Frank

    Yes, statistically most students are heterosexual. Yes, when confronted with a stranger on campus, it is reasonable to assume he/she is heterosexual. However, just because you can be pretty sure that a person is straight, doesn’t make it a reality. People need to appreciate and be sensitive to the fact that not everyone on campus is straight.

    While this may seem an unreasonable demand given the statistics, it might be helpful to take the perspective of the homosexual student on campus and consider the ways that this assumption affects him/her.

    First, there are the little things: Walking down the commons, being asked to buy a valentine for my girlfriend, politely saying “no thanks” and trying to drop it, but then being told that “she’s not going to like that”. Granted, this is an example of a minor inconvenience and I may sound like a complainer for bringing it up. I admit this one instance doesn’t really affect me and yes, it would probably annoy me if I was straight and single. However, these little things do start to add up.

    Then, the bigger reason why the assumption of heterosexuality is harmful to LGBTQ students is that it sends a strong message to people who have not yet come out. When meeting a new person or talking with friends, not mentioning homosexuality and not leaving the possibility open for homosexuality in questions directed toward him makes that person feel that any other type of sexuality is not welcome. You may actually be a very open-minded, welcoming person, but the person you just met or have been friends with is not aware of your positive attitudes toward homosexuality. If your only talk of romance/sex with him involves people of the opposite sex (i.e. do you find her attractive? What girl are you into?) he is going to think you don’t want him to be homosexual. This may seem irrational (given that the assumption of heterosexuality is simply due to statistics), but people aren’t always rational. And if you’re gay and worried about coming out, you tend to assume the worst. From this perspective silence from your friends signifies that they find homosexuality taboo and unmentionable. In order for the LGBTQ people in the closet to feel comfortable enough to come out, students on this campus need to start talking about homosexuality and challenging the assumption that all of their friends are straight.

  • Agree

    John, I like the final section of your reply about the silence. I think of the phrase “The Silence is Deafening.” This idea was brought up “25 Things I Learned at UR” by Leona Chan. In point 16 she says: ‘No one talks about race. In my hometown, we’re comfortable enough to joke about it – maybe it’s not right, but at least there’s generated discussion rather than silence.” I think this is an important aspect of the Richmond community that needs to be addressed. It seems like all venues for open discussion, such as the soap box, are silent. However, the recent surge in online response to The Collegian shows that there is still some motive for discussion. I would hope that if this reply gets printed, then people may talk about social issues at Richmond around their Dhall tables.

    Some items to discuss may be:
    1. How the Diversity based Think Tank is not wheel chair assessable.
    2. The lack of gender neutral housing and bathrooms.
    3. Why gender identity and expression is not in the discrimination policy.
    4. The possible socio-economic discrimination of membership fees to sororities and fraternities.
    5. The discrimination and implications of the Don’t Ask Don’t Tell Policy: No LGBTQ students can apply for this scholarship option.
    6. Why rapes are under reported.
    7. When the last time they were checked for STIs.
    8. How often they go off campus.
    9. What would the impact be of a MILL (Men in Living and Learning) program.
    10. What happened to Tryceragoose.

  • Anonymous

    Mr. Gibbs, I don’t think the issue here is being overrepresented, but rather being represented at all. Though the homosexual population here on campus is surely a minority, that does not mean that they should be treated as if they don’t exist. And comparing a religious belief to being homosexual seems a bit farfetched to me. I, for one, have never felt any pressure concerning my religious beliefs. In fact, I’ve perceived a rather liberal vibe on campus with respect to religion. While my experience may be limited, I have neither encountered nor heard of anyone who has been refused a job based on religious grounds; nor have I seen hateful things written or spoken about certain people based on religious grounds (i.e. being an athiest). There is a vast difference between homophobia and religious discrimination on this campus.
    I think it is very important that the homosexual community be acknowledged and at least considered.

  • Alexander Szajko

    So I got an email from Dean Boehman, as I am sure most people did, about the closeted homosexual editorial. I hesitated at writing yet another editorial belaboring this topic, but the realization hit me that I have a personal stake in this subject matter. It is my duty to write in order to get more people to feel at ease with the LGBTQ community. I am so pleased that this has become a topic open for discussion, because I feel it has been ‘closeted’ (pun) for too long.

    Before I acknowledged my sexual orientation, I used to indulge myself in writing short fragmented paragraphs and stories to distract myself. This one in particular was written in April 2004; almost four years before I came out. It depicts me, as I imagined my future self, on a date with the 2004 me – closeted and afraid of being wrong. It begins with the 2005 me talking to the me I am today. (And yes, this is copy-and-paste from 2004; I save everything I ever type, and I transcribe most of what I freehand, for those ready to doubt me.)
    ——————————————————————————————————————————————
    “To this day, I have never actually ‘come out’ so to speak.” This shocked me. “I rather hoped that one day people in school would just sort of, assume, that I was gay, saving me the inevitable humiliation I would endure if I were to announce it publically.” Although I never really associated with gays before, I assumed, maybe naïvely, that they had all decided to come out one hundred percent or else not at all.

    “You are gay, then, aren’t you?” I felt a little uncomfortable about questioning his sexuality, especially if he was uncomfortable with it, though I felt that I had a right seeing how I was presumably his date.

    “Well,” it pained me watch him carefully choose his words, as though he was internalizing this as the first time he ever said them. “Yes, I am.”

    “Then it is selfish of you to hide your true self from everyone if you have decided already that you are gay. We don’t all have the luxury of returning to ‘normalcy’ in accordance with the situation.” I was so vehement that I let my voice carry more than I ought to have. “You can’t be two people at once.”

    He was looking down, ashamed. “You are right. I cannot deny the validity of anything you have just said. This may not be a good excuse, but it is my only reason for not having done so in the past; I am terrified of coming out, of disappointing my parents.” Before I could get mad at him for believing that being gay was disappointing to anyone, I felt an overwhelming sensation of similarity pass between us. I could not deny that I too felt similarly before I came out, and I sometimes still felt that way. “They would be supportive. I know they would. They would like you, too, when I introduce them to you. Everything seems as though it would fall into place so perfectly. But I was raised in a household of two girls, myself being the only male heir, so to speak. It seems outdated, especially in today’s society, but if I were to come out to my parents, I would dash their dreams of continuing the family line. And whether they value our family name or not, I would feel responsible, should it end with me.”

    I reached over and grabbed his hand with my own. I think I knew the feeling. I knew how much was riding on him; the pressure, the tradition, the judgment.
    “I didn’t mean to upset the evening. Please don’t hold it against me. Please go back to being the sexy, joyful boy that I have grown to love so much.” I added in a dramatic whisper, “Seeing you sulk like this is extremely bothersome; your posture is horrible.”

    He looked over, and smiled. He was still, well I don’t actually know what the word was. Vulnerable? I could tell that I had made an impact upon him. There was the acknowledgement that he knew I was right, and a jealousy; that he himself seemed to recognize that I was what the future might hold for him. He did fix his posture, though, and seemed relieved that I was neither prying nor holding anything against him.
    ——————————————————————————————————————————————
    If I this article is read by from the original editorial, I cannot promise to have felt everything you do, nor would I lie and say that do, or that it is easy to come out.

    I assure you that you are not the only one that alters, how “[you] talk, walk, dress and look, lest [you] be accused of being a ‘fag.’” I look at males too much and my clothes sometimes match too well. But don’t think you have to change who you are. Intentionally mismatching your clothing and refraining from cranking that Carl Bean song too loudly is understandable, but nevertheless sad. “I’m happy, I’m carefree, and I’m gay” too. There are many of us who do not have the luxury of having two lives. Ask yourself, “Am I happy?” “Will coming out make me happy?” Choose the one that make you happiest.

    “Tolerance, not necessarily acceptance,” is an appropriate desire. As for me, though I may never know who you are, you have both from me.

  • Anonymous

    So I got an email from Dean Boehman, as I am sure most people did, about the closeted homosexual editorial. I hesitated at writing yet another editorial belaboring this topic, but the realization hit me that I have a personal stake in this subject matter. It is my duty to write in order to get more people to feel at ease with the LGBTQ community. I am so pleased that this has become a topic open for discussion, because I feel it has been ‘closeted’ (pun) for too long. 

    Before I acknowledged my sexual orientation, I used to indulge myself in writing short fragmented paragraphs and stories to distract myself. This one in particular was written in April 2004; almost four years before I came out. It depicts me, as I imagined my future self, on a date with the 2004 me – closeted and afraid of being wrong. It begins with the 2005 me talking to the me I am today. (And yes, this is copy-and-paste from 2004; I save everything I ever type, and I transcribe most of what I freehand, for those ready to doubt me.) 
    —————————————————————————————————————————————— 
    “To this day, I have never actually ‘come out’ so to speak.” This shocked me. “I rather hoped that one day people in school would just sort of, assume, that I was gay, saving me the inevitable humiliation I would endure if I were to announce it publically.” Although I never really associated with gays before, I assumed, maybe naïvely, that they had all decided to come out one hundred percent or else not at all. 

    “You are gay, then, aren’t you?” I felt a little uncomfortable about questioning his sexuality, especially if he was uncomfortable with it, though I felt that I had a right seeing how I was presumably his date. 

    “Well,” it pained me watch him carefully choose his words, as though he was internalizing this as the first time he ever said them. “Yes, I am.” 

    “Then it is selfish of you to hide your true self from everyone if you have decided already that you are gay. We don’t all have the luxury of returning to ‘normalcy’ in accordance with the situation.” I was so vehement that I let my voice carry more than I ought to have. “You can’t be two people at once.” 

    He was looking down, ashamed. “You are right. I cannot deny the validity of anything you have just said. This may not be a good excuse, but it is my only reason for not having done so in the past; I am terrified of coming out, of disappointing my parents.” Before I could get mad at him for believing that being gay was disappointing to anyone, I felt an overwhelming sensation of similarity pass between us. I could not deny that I too felt similarly before I came out, and I sometimes still felt that way. “They would be supportive. I know they would. They would like you, too, when I introduce them to you. Everything seems as though it would fall into place so perfectly. But I was raised in a household of two girls, myself being the only male heir, so to speak. It seems outdated, especially in today’s society, but if I were to come out to my parents, I would dash their dreams of continuing the family line. And whether they value our family name or not, I would feel responsible, should it end with me.” 

    I reached over and grabbed his hand with my own. I think I knew the feeling. I knew how much was riding on him; the pressure, the tradition, the judgment. 
    “I didn’t mean to upset the evening. Please don’t hold it against me. Please go back to being the sexy, joyful boy that I have grown to love so much.” I added in a dramatic whisper, “Seeing you sulk like this is extremely bothersome; your posture is horrible.” 

    He looked over, and smiled. He was still, well I don’t actually know what the word was. Vulnerable? I could tell that I had made an impact upon him. There was the acknowledgement that he knew I was right, and a jealousy; that he himself seemed to recognize that I was what the future might hold for him. He did fix his posture, though, and seemed relieved that I was neither prying nor holding anything against him. 
    —————————————————————————————————————————————— 
    If I this article is read by from the original editorial, I cannot promise to have felt everything you do, nor would I lie and say that do, or that it is easy to come out. 

    I assure you that you are not the only one that alters, how “[you] talk, walk, dress and look, lest [you] be accused of being a ‘fag.’” I look at males too much and my clothes sometimes match too well. But don’t think you have to change who you are. Intentionally mismatching your clothing and refraining from cranking that Carl Bean song too loudly is understandable, but nevertheless sad. “I’m happy, I’m carefree, and I’m gay” too. There are many of us who do not have the luxury of having two lives. Ask yourself, “Am I happy?” “Will coming out make me happy?” Choose the one that make you happiest. 

    “Tolerance, not necessarily acceptance,” is an appropriate desire. As for me, though I may never know who you are, you have both from me.