How do we reconcile our sexuality with our faith? That is the question at the heart of “Next Fall,” a play by Geoffrey Nauffts that opened its Bay Area premiere run Wednesday at San Jose Repertory Theatre.
Am I gay? Many claim that there is a spectrum of homosexuality, but what is the extent to which we can be attracted to or experiment with the same sex without labeling ourselves or being labeled as bisexual or gay?
So last Monday I had my first day of a class called “Feminism and American Literature.” Being both a fan of literature and feminism, I was pretty excited that day. However, as I sat there, I felt a bit off. I felt flustered, guarded, on edge, vulnerable. I had no idea why I felt this way. It wasn’t until about halfway through the class that I realized I was the only male-identified person in the room. And for the first time, I became acutely aware of my maleness.
What meaning can we glean from all sorts of talks around campus?