I caught my roommate off-guard in the library. She was working, speaking with folks she hadn’t seen in a while. I stopped, laptop in hand as I was rushing to take down notes from an interview I just had (or performed? I was the interviewer…)
“You talk to Moira yet?” she basically asks. She has a good rapport with this person, but I, diligently, do not yet. This, I feel, is because I am a part of press, and that makes me the enemy.. no matter how queer I am.
My roommate is gay. This makes a difference to both of us, because it effects the way that we perceive and move through the world of campus every day. Not that campus is our exclusive reality, but that it is the most immediately experienced.. to an unexposed audience, we are simply a removed “other.”
However, to Moira, the director of LGBT student services, I am reporter first, and maybe not really queer. I don’t think she even knows.
My beat this semester for my reporting class is GLBT issues. I chose it enthusiastically, but I knew this would be difficult. Can we say conflict of interest?
Honestly, I see no conflict. Who better to report than someone who fundamentally has raised his or her critical consciousness, at least slightly enough to be inclusive and understanding of the community? We are not “others.” And try as we might to disseminate this fact, anecdotal evidence is not enough to get through to the minds of our audiences, or for that matter, our newspaper editors.
That is why queer journalism is important.
I have emailed Moira three times thus far. Today, I stopped in, left a message. pick one: L Groves
Emailed
Called
Came in to see you
Wants to see you
Wants to make an appointment
Emailed again
Called for the third fucking time, where are you?!
Calmed down and
Wants to engage in open, communicative dialogue about reporting and the GLBT community.
Another thank you written out and I was almost on my merry way. I actually spoke with some of the students in the office, like, “omg she hates me, sadface” and they responded sympathetically. They may even help open doorways for me to SOGLBT, the student org (not the resource center).
I know folks in this community but, you know, I am attempting to branch out. And no one wants to talk to the press anyway, I’m thinking, not even my friends.
“Can I remain anonymous?” is a question oft asked. I answer this with sensitivity. I wish all my sources could remain anonymous, and then anyone would talk to me!
But really, I get it. People don’t want to be out. It is important, let me tell you, not to out people in the press unless they are expressly out and tell you so. Outing politicians? No-no. Outing frat boys on campus? That could even be dangerous. Ever been in a room full of bros with your bleached blonde girlhawk, trying to fend off the guys like savage beasts? Yeah. Talk about awkward.
Well, today was “talk to CSUPD!” day at the information center on campus, and on my merry way out of the office, I stopped, flitted my eyelashes, and cornered the man.
“Normally we have only one person who talks to press. Are you a part of any media organization in town?”
If you mean the organization of my own free will, then I’m shit out of luck. But otherwise, I’m in!
We discuss hate crimes. He is white and handsome. And in uniform. I scribble down his panderings of “diversity trainings!!! We have them.” He has never personally dealt with a hate crime. I should probably pursue things elsewhere. Suddenly, another handsome white man walks by in a crisp, collared shirt and a name-tag.
“Eric!” the policeman directs me towards this person, apparently an assistant director, and again, I move in for the kill. He helps me out with a little more knowledge about how hate crimes might be dealt with on campus.
Honestly, neither of them have any idea. What if the student is afraid of further retaliation from their attacker? What if it escalates? What happens then? Where can they go?
My quest to figure this out continues…