Fraternity in the Crossfire

As I open to the souls of the revelry, I find comedy and expertise. I deal remotely or it all topples on me. If you make a joke and a stern stricture is the result, that is the work of a swedish witch. Never to be ourselves, our sexualities, or our really racous party identities (I will just label THE DANCE). I am dealing with the pain as quick as I can so that I can move into my new comedy entity. He is so funny. He is the voice and logic/ brilliance of fraternity. I have dealt with that group my whole life. FRATS, like everyone else, lie. The first frat was actually PHI DEL at Hamline University. It was a math and science frat and then it became ATO (with a house), nationally. I was engaged to a TEK for 4 years, and I have an uncle and "cousin" in the same Dartmouth frat. I had to boundary the 2 frats on campus, at Hamline, very publically, and quietly dealty with a Theta Ki rape. ATO was then removed from the roster. I will not speak of the cost to my life, but it also says that I truly respect the traditions and rights of fraternity, but I was saying that they need to be held to a HIGHER standard, thus to always have the back of brother. Keeping violence and girls out of frat houses and keeping PRIVACY even higher than ritual there. I did a back away with sorority in Muncie, IN, visiting 2 sorority house and bar after they had burned down 2 frat houses down the street on frat row. Frat had gone viral there. I was let into the inner sanctum of the most glorious frat house on the planet, full with panel rooms for each member, dogs allowed. I straightened up as I listened to the confusion of a CIA Admin's son (president) about why I did not assert my authority with these women as he circled around and around me on a scooter and I threw away cups from the night before. We then went upstairs and he wrote to come with him on a magazine. We went into the panel room, were physical, and I left. I then went down the street to Mo's Tavern and a bouncing volleyball on the driveway invited me in. A verbal invite followed. This DAUGHTERS OF THE REVOLUTION head (lineage/ academic sorority) was polite even when the women wripped my top off in front of everyone. I just readjusted and left. Never before, never again. They were THROUGH.