Today is my birthday, and I’m 40 years old. I look back
on my life in the late 60’s and early 70’s, when I attended
San Francisco State, and wonder how we all got through it
in one piece. Of course, there was nothing like AIDS back
then, which helped.
My story is a true one. It took place in 1974, when I was
22 years old. We were a wild bunch and thought we knew
everything and had done everything. I was quite reckless
back then.
We had this tradition of daring each other to do crazy
things, and I was regarded as the “bravest” one in our
sorority house. We did some really strange things, like
betting each other who could seduce which professors, or
who could have sex with the oldest man. (By the way, I won
that one. My sex partner was 79!)
This story really starts with a visit from the president
of our sister sorority at UCLA. She came to talk to us
about a problem they were having with their house. It
seems that a fraternity house wanted the sorority building
for expansion, and the frat guys had filed a morals charge
against them with the college government.
Since the UCLA girls were as wild as us, the sorority was
vulnerable. If it actually came to charges the girls might
be evicted from their house, and the guys would then get the
property.