....On being a Non-Traditional Frat Boy
In life, we'll all encounter the dark and evil tortures of what people expect us to do. How we're expected to behave, act, dress, so forth and so on. Many of these expectations are derived from either our past involvement with nouns (you know, people, places, or things), or with the potential of what we could possibly become. It's sad that people expect you to be a certain way, even before you've been introduced to a particular situation.
Hello, my name is Glenn, and I am a non-traditional Frat boy. Now, before I divulge personal, yet unclassified information, trust me when I say that I am in no way bashing or belittling any Greek-lettered organization, nor its members or aspirants. Having just crossed those burning sands a little less than two months ago, I can assure you that my level of respect for Fraternities and Sororities is at an all time high. This post is not meant to offend anyone, but as always, I'm just going to share my thoughts.
Whew, that PSA was totally ridiculous, but necessary. Okay, back to the topic. In the African American community, especially the college scene, we tend to admire people that appear to have social clout and authority. Subsequently, we find ourselves drawn towards them, like moths to an open flame, willing to sacrifice ourselves just to be associated with these people of status. Well, these "important" people tend to be athletes, or of course, members of Greek-lettered organizations. Those select few who manage to earn acceptance into Greek-lettered organizations are either highly regarded or fervently hated. Let's focus on the positive feelings, shall we?
Let's face it: Being Greek has it's perks and privileges. Ironically enough, some of those perks and privileges result from others believing that they too, can attain those perks and privileges. In my case, the letters on my chest have resulted in unknown hands caressing my cheek, and soft whispers in my ear. Whispers of wishes and wetness waiting on work. Sexual favors being offered not for money, but for perceived power. Women with expectations based on previous interactions with men who've used their letters to sell a dream, as opposed to buying an engaging conversation. Letters that have knocked down walls, instead of reinforcing them. Men, members of Greek-lettered organizations that pass down lessons on respecting women, now pass women around to earn respect. It angers me to know that men are trading their dog tags for deep throat, paddles for pu**y, and t-shirts for T&A.
Truth be told, I'm more disappointed in the women that subject themselves to that foolishness. What kind of low self-esteem, basic bit*h are you to have sex with a guy because he's in a Fraternity? Then, you have the NERVE to expect him to respect you, when you all didn't even exchange last names? To take it a step further, there are some of them (or you) that think it's okay, and look to stack up your sex count with the frat boys. Do you think that gives you power? I mean really....do you think that the attention you're receiving is favorable. Contrary to popular belief, all publicity isn't good publicity.
Oh, and let's not forget the bond between Fraternities and Sororities, one in which aspirants of both are placed together in rooms, and sexual favors are exchanged to forge a "united front," or the sense of "family." What family do you know encourages brothers and sisters to have sex? When it boils down to it, you're still popping pu**y for power.....
Fu*k that! I didn't sign up for this. I earned my letters by possessing outstanding character, virtues, and respect for myself. I'll be damned if I'll be caught USING my letters for anything that misrepresents who I am, or what my Jewels stood for. How dare you use your "social clout and authority" as a bargaining chip for sex. I don't need my letters for sex. Ask any of the [insert number here] girls I've been with. Oh, and I'll chop the next bi*ch in the throat that offers me some [kitty] because I'm an APE. Yes, bit*h, I know what you're expecting, but I'm not like them...I'm a non-traditional frat boy.
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