Kevyn JacobsOctober 1996
"Oh no. He's back."
I know that's what you're thinking.
"That faggot Jacobs with his weekly diatribes on homosexuals is writing for the Collegian again," you think. "He never writes about anything else. He needs to find some other topics to write about. Spare us the liberal queer philosophy already."
Or better yet, you are thinking, "I already know what Kevyn is going to write about, so I am not going to bother reading his column."
I know some of you out there are thinking this because many of you have told me so.
Hmmmmm... so you think you know me, eh? Well, dear reader, you are in for a surprise this semester. In addition to my regular fare of LesBiGayTrans issues, I have a few other hot-button topics bouncing around my brain that I'll probably spout off about this semester. But believe me, if my writing about homosexuality bothered you, then you sure aren't gonna like some of my other topics -- they're bound not to fit in with your world view. And more than likely, I'll piss a few people off in the process -- on the left and the right.
So, you've been warned -- don't read any further if you don't like your assumptions about the world challenged.
Ok, now that I've scared off the timid, the bored, and the excessively religious, this week I want to share with you a couple of miscellaneous (and benign) items.
Random Acts of Kindness
In a world that is ever-increasingly hostile and uncivil, it's always nice to be reminded that there are still good people out there. Last week, in the process of moving into the residence halls from my apartment on Fremont Street, I had one of those experiences that restore my faith in humanity.
While moving my belongings to the residence halls, I was walking through Aggieville, my arms laden with some of my few possessions. One of the shopping bags I was carrying chose an inconvenient moment (Is there ever a convenient one?) to rip open, spilling kitchen items all over the street.
Wearily, I gathered up my stuff as best as I could, and trudged on up Moro Street, barely able to keep hold of everything. In fact, I had been forced to abandon some things along the sidewalk in Aggieville.
When I walked past Lair Gauche, the used audio, video and electronics store in Aggieville, one of the employees, Larry, saw my plight. Larry offered me the use of his store's wheeled cart in which to transport my stuff up to Haymaker Hall.
"You looked like you had your hands full," Larry told me.
Now mind you, I didn't know Larry, and wasn't a customer of his store. I was just a stranger walking up the street who looked like he needed a helping hand -- and Larry willingly provided it.
"This is Kansas," he explained, as if Kansas was some sort of magic word that implied civility, helpfulness and courtesy. Are we really so different out here in the center of the continent?
In any case, I am grateful to Larry for his help and his friendly attitude. I wish there were more people like him out there willing to extend a trusting hand to a stranger.
We in the media are often accused of only reporting the bad stuff that goes on in the world. That's why I just wanted to take this opportunity to share a little bit of the good stuff with you.