Suddenly 50% of our programming was classical music.
Julian was brash, sarcastic, elitist, demanding, and entitled. But he immediately piqued my interest:
1. He was into classical music.
2. He was black There were very few black guys at Augustana.
3. He was chubby. There were even fewer chubby black guys. The 1980s fashion was svelte.
4. And he was flamboyantly feminine, what we called a flamer back then. Obviously gay, though of course none of the straight guys at Augustana noticed.
I hadn't met any gay students at Augustana, just some guys who would accept a same-sex hookup as a last resort, if there were no girls around. So I was determined to get into Julian's life, as a boyfriend, a hookup, a friend, something.
Unfortunately Julian didn't like me. Not at all.
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