When I was a junior in college I took a class called “Sexual Diversity and Social Change.” The class broke down gender identity and roles, challenging you to look at their social constructs and think about if (and how) the notion of gender could be organized differently.
In this small class of about 15 to 20 people, I was the minority, a one woman wolf-pack; I was the lone heterosexual. Gay, lesbian, bisexual — even a male-to-female-pre-op-transgender-lesbian — and me. A Miami Cubanita immigrating to an ivory tower, I had imagined a wide array of situations where I might feel like a minority; this scenario was nowhere among them.
by Maria Budet – Courtesy of Zubination



























