As with any border, these are permeable and inevitably pricked.
June 22, 2013 § Leave a comment
The path from the Bieder Building through the middle of campus eventually spread like shameless legs into two separate ones leading to the male and female dormitories on opposite sides of the hill. Men and women were allowed only in the common area of each other’s dorm, where they might watch television together or play ping pong, careful that their touches never turn into gropes or hints into suggestions. A temptation kept at bay, they were taught, is one with clearly defined boundaries. In the close confines of a Christian college campus, though, where the divide between sexual and spiritual desire is only knicker-thin, boundaries are not enough. As with any border, these are permeable and inevitably pricked. The dichotomy was as striking as it was hopeful: between dormitories constructed to stare out toward one another and inhabitants convicted to gaze navally within. Not unlike Ramsey’s lunchtime vantage, their views of both were broken by the untidiness of something preexisting—something more original even than the desire for those things a body most wants and a soul is said to need. For where the two-legged paths that led to the dorms met and took their leave of another stood the only building on campus older than the school, Old Main.
—Pay attention, boy. A cock. They mean to turn us into a cock!