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Straight University , after 1915 Straight College , was a historically black college that operated between 1868 and 1934 in New Orleans , Louisiana . After struggling with financial difficulties, it was merged with New Orleans University to form Dillard University .

Responding to the post- Civil War need to educate newly freed African Americans in New Orleans, Louisiana and the surrounding region, the American Missionary Association of the Congregational Church founded Straight University on June 12, 1868.

Straight University received its name as recognition for Seymour Straight 's initial endowment gift. Straight was a wealthy cheese manufacturer from Hudson, Ohio . In 1915, the name "Straight University" was changed to Straight College, which more accurately represented the scope of the school's curriculum and program. Missionary work was a core concern, which extended from New Orleans to Africa.

Throughout its history, Straight offered courses of study ranging from elementary - to college -level courses in music and theology . In 1934, after struggling with financial difficulties during the Great Depression , Straight College was merged with New Orleans University to form Dillard University .

Straight University also offered professional training, including a law department from 1874 to 1886. Its graduates participated in local and national Reconstruction and post-Reconstruction era civil rights struggles. For example, Louis André Martinet , an 1876 graduate of Straight University Law School, published The Crusader —a civil rights daily; co-founded the Comité des Citoyens (Citizens' Committee) in New Orleans, which worked for civil rights; and played a significant role in setting up the challenge to segregation of Plessy v. Ferguson , a landmark Supreme Court case. [1] His classmate Dan Desdunes joined him in this effort before moving to North Omaha, Nebraska to become a notable band leader.

The Law department is historically notable as an integrated institution where blacks and whites were trained side by side. "It is an interesting fact of our 50 law graduates, 35 have been white." [2] The school struggled to provide its law students with a proper research library. The students typically met for classes in the law professors' offices. [2]

In 1886, Straight discontinued the Law Department. It began to focus primarily on liberal arts , industrial arts , and teacher training.

The campus faced Canal Street , occupying the block between Tonti and Rocheblave streets backed by Gasquet (now Cleveland Avenue). After the university was absorbed into the newly created Dillard University , the campus buildings served as a school and YWCA for nearly two decades. They were demolished in 1950. Laborde & Magill, 2006

Graduates had an important role in bringing education and medical care to African Americans during the early part of the 20th century. Physician James W. Ames , for example, founded the first hospital for blacks in Detroit in 1910. He created Dunbar Hospital for physicians and patients of color, as they were unable to practice in or be admitted to Detroit hospitals operated by whites. [3]

Nellie A. Ramsey Leslie became a pioneer teacher in Indian Territory and later Texas. [4]

Other notable alumni include P.B.S. Pinchback (first African-American governor of Louisiana and of any U.S. state); Ernest Lyon (educator and U.S. Ambassador to Liberia); Mary Booze (first African American to sit on the Republican National Committee , serving from Mississippi from 1924 to 1948); Alice Dunbar Nelson , foremother of the Harlem Renaissance ; and Theodore K. Lawless (dermatologist and philanthropist).

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I was 19 when I first had full-on sex with another man. I was at college, living in dorms, and the experience—aside from the usual horrifying awkwardness and somewhat spontaneity of the occasion—was completely and utterly unremarkable aside from one thing: the guy I slept with identified as straight.
The whole thing went down near the end of my freshman year at a party, at which people from the whole dorm floor were drunk and celebrating, carelessly streaming in and out of each other’s rooms, following the various different pop songs until one room took their fancy. I can remember, although I'd had some drinks, sitting alone in my friend’s room on a single bed, the mattress overly springy and with a coarse plastic coating, attempting to stream a song over our dorm’s spotty Internet connection.
It was late (or early, depending on your outlook on the world) when I was joined by the boy who was living in the room next to mine, way back on the other side of the building. He was clearly intoxicated, but it was a party after all and who was I, quite drunk myself, to judge. The minutiae of exactly how things developed from us being together in that room to us having slightly unsuccessful sex in a bathroom in a different corridor have since escaped me. All I know is that one moment we were talking and the next minute, well... we weren’t. I didn’t tell him that I’d never had sex with someone before; instead, saturated with vodka and inflated by nerves, I was swept up in the motions.
Before that night, I had hardly been a nun. When I was a teenager, I was precocious and restless. As the only out young gay kid at my school, I took the advancement of my sexual experiences into my own hands and I did what we all do: I bought a fake ID and hit the gay clubs. Out on the scene I had thrilling and, now looking back, precarious hook ups with guys, going far but never all the way. I know now as LGBTQ people we can define exactly what constitutes sex for ourselves, but when you’re young and your only sex education comes in the shape of illegally downloaded Sean Cody videos, penetration seems like the end all be all.
Still, as I grew into my late-teens, venues started to crack down harder on underage drinking, and it soon became increasingly difficult to go and hook up with guys much older than myself. I felt, in my increasingly anxious and deflated state, that I was being left behind. My first year at college, apart from being grueling mentally, was hardly a sexual smorgasbord of one-night-stands and hook-ups. Instead, I reverted to my teenage years, pining after straight boys who I knew I had no chance in hell with... until that night.
I’d love to say that I felt empowered by fucking my first guy, but the whole experience left a lot to be desired. While I knew it wouldn’t be like a gay college erotica I’d read on Nifty.org (gay canon, really), I rather naively wasn’t expecting the fall out. The boy told his then-girlfriend (who I knew about), saying I had come on to him but that nothing had really happened. Although one thing I can vividly remember was that it was quite literally the other way around, the visceral shock of being somewhat shoved back in the closet and denied the celebratory expungement of my virginity was palpable.
For the next year, we’d hook-up on and off, usually at 3 a.m. after we’d been out partying. We’d meet surreptitiously in dark and make out in the cold British weather on a park bench before venturing back to his place to have sex. And while at the beginning I felt like I had the upper hand in the situation—I was the one who was out and comfortable in my sexuality, right?—after each time we met became more secretive and more dirty, I began to feel secretive, dirty, and most of all shameful . I’m not sure whether I really fell for the guy or not, but I do know that at the end of it he was just using me to get off.
I never learned whether the boy I lost my virginity to was struggling with his sexuality. I think, when I look back now and occasionally find myself tumbling through his Facebook page, that he wasn’t. I believe it was just sex, or at least that’s what I have tell myself now to avoid slipping into a memory induced k-hole. I realize I fell into that old gay adage of placing my feelings on a person who, for whatever reason, was never going to invest them back in me. Worst of all, though, the shame attached to the memories of those first times marred how I would approach sex for years.
It was listening to Years & Years’ new song “Sanctify,” and seeing the band’s out gay singer Olly Alexander talk about how the song was inspired his sexual trysts with straight men, that I realized that these feelings are way more common than people let on. Sure, I know all about gay guys having sex with straight guys, but it felt reassuring to see him describe the “saint and sinner role” he embodied during those experiences, and to hear the uncertainty and melancholy weaved into the song.
More than anything though, was the repeated lyrical mantra of “I won’t be ashamed.” Because as queer people, we’re buried in lifetime’s worth of shame so vivid and searing that oftentimes it’s crippling. Bursting through that shame is our badge of honor, our beautifully united experience. And maybe, like the song says, that does sanctify our sex lives and makes us just a little bit holy.
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Michael Demmons explains how to tell whether the fellow in the next bathroom stall is grooving to the beat of his Walkman or is a United States Senator lookin’ for love in all the wrong places.
Great, now I’m going to be overly conscious about any and all foot movement whenever I’m in a public restroom. This is one situation where ignorance was bliss.
Rainbows, the color purple and now foot tapping, how do those outside the gay community suppose to know not to do such things. Although that does explain some looks I have received coming out of the stall.
I did have a similar experience when I was a teenager with an officer dealing with drug slang.
Add this to the list of things I now know due to blogs.
Has anyone ever asked the question: why in a freeking bathroom???. Why do gays take over so many or get busted in so many bathrooms and rest stops???. It’s disgusting.
Heh. I meant iPod. Showing my age again . . .
Heh. I meant iPod. Showing my age again . . .
The Walkman is now an flash-based MP3 player anyway.
markm wants to know why gays take over public bathrooms. Let me tell you why: the type of “gay” person you’re thinking of isn’t the “type” that hangs out in a public bathroom. It’s the Larry Craig “type” — married, publicly against homosexuality, goes to church (usually a Baptist one), and in a position that he wouldn’t probably be in if the world knew he liked to mess around with guys. A public bathroom is the closest they can get to “hooking up” discreetly – there’s no “paper trail” (electronic or otherwise), nobody is going to question why a guy goes into a public bathroom (as opposed to a gay bar), and he’ll be able to get his rocks off and never see the other dude again. If it were a “perfect” world, people would be judged by who they are, not what they are, and what you’d find would be guys like Larry Craig would have never gotten married and probably met another dude years ago and shared a life together. But it’s the society we live in that pushes people like Larry Craig into a closet. I continue to be amazed a the people who still argue being gay is a “choice”. As if someone would choose a lifestyle where there are people out there that would kill them if they could get away with it that don’t even know them – just because they are gay. It’s the fundamentalist christians that make it their mission to make people believe it’s a chosen lifestyle – because otherwise, they would have to conclude (and rightly so) that God actually makes people gay. And if God actually makes people gay, it might just be ok … in his eyes anyway. Think about it.
I still need someone to explain the whole code
to me. He wasn’t just tapping
his foot? What did he do with his hand and
what would have happened? Whose stall? I
find this intriguingly stupid. My first
husband who was
gay, said he had his first homosexual experience
in the mens room in the Port Authority, NYC.
That was in the 60’s!I never asked how it
happened, I just assumed he was molested.
PS Who would have thought this is is so prevalent
that there is a special STING unit for it!
PS Who would have thought this is is so prevalent
that there is a special STING unit for it!
If people only knew how many “straight married” men there are out there that play around with other guys, they would be shocked. I’m a gay male living in suburbia so I feel somewhat qualified to comment on this topic.
I don’t prowl public restrooms, and frankly, if I were in a “prowling” mood, the internet makes it much easier to get a quickie sex hookup than putting myself at risk of being arrested for a lewd act in a public place. You post an ad under “men looking for men” on an adult website and make a connection – what could be easier. But for dude’s like Larry Craig (married, with a straight image to uphold), the internet creates a discoverable electronic trail that is best avoided.
One time I was out biking and used a public restroom in a local park for the “real thing”. While I was sitting on the throne doing my thing, I heard a guy and what I assumed was his young daughter talking as they approached the men’s room. From the sound of her voice, I guessed the girl to be 3 or 4 years old. I heard him say “now you sit right there until daddy comes back out.” The local police department removed the doors on the stalls of the men’s room apparently to “cut down” on the privacy which would lead to lewd acts (although I think it had more of the opposite effect). “Daddy” walked in the bathroom and past my stall doing a double-take at me. I remember thinking “nawww … this would be too weird”. Sure enough, he emerged from his stall and stood in front of mine boned up and doing a little jerky jerk 3 feet from my eyes. I stood up, pulled up my shorts and said “your f****** kid is sitting outside waiting for you dude, give me a f****** break.”
You think that guy was “unique” in terms of people I’ve encountered that I would have never believed in a g’zillion years would be hitting me up for sex let alone be even interested in playing around with another guy? I could write a friggin book, starting with the guy (wearing the wedding ring) who said “do you have any place nearby we can go – I have to be at choir practice at my church in 45 minutes.”
It’s called being on the “down low” or “DL”. Google it, you’ll get an education, but if your wife uses your computer, make sure you delete your internet cookies and history before you log out!
No one said this man is “GAY” but that was the first thing out of his mouth, I am a gay man and as a Teen in the 80’s in NJ the Willowbrook mall had sex going on in all over the big stores and yep it was fun, tapa, tapa, tapa for a BJ
Larry Craig did all the things a gay dude like us did back in the day…
LARRY YOU BIG SILLY, YOU ARE GAY!!!

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