They proceeded to ask the usual questions like “what are you studying?”, and when I responded that I was an art history major they demanded that I come inside. “Hey, are you guys freshmen?” one of them shouted as we walked by. Hopping frat parties down Spruce, I walked by a big front porch full of people hanging out. Like most, I was pretty lost in the chaos of exploring the social scene. Soon, summer came to an end and NSO began.
That night, I went to a classic underground Berlin party called Chantal’s House of Shame-run by the Drag Queen Chantal since 1999-and the young gay boy who grew up going to a private Catholic school in Florida realized what it meant to be queer. Traveling alone in Europe, I didn’t really know anything about the city before I checked into my hostel and started to explore. The summer before freshman year, I ended up in Berlin.
