Gay frat haze

On a Thursday night, around 2am, I was woken up by someone shoving a pillowcase over my head. “What the fuck!” I cried, more out of reflex than anything else. I knew what was happening. My hazing was upon me. “Grab his legs,” someone said. It sounded like Jeffy. Naked, I stood shivering among my frostbitten pledge brothers on a February night. The entire fraternity cheered me on to run in bare, bloodied feet on snow and ice and then climb into a trash can filled with vomit and other bodily fluids. Each year, when another pledge is killed in a hazing incident, everyone asks: "How could this happen?

After two weeks of tryouts, we had finally made the grade, and this was our reward: An afternoon of embarrassing hazing activities, followed by a homoerotic climax that seemed to have come. You are a member of Kappa Delta Phi, the most infamous fraternity on campus. Your year-end event was meant to be a simple celebration of the graduating class, but the night takes a turn for the bizarre when an actual incubus shows up to crash the party. The twisted demon is threatening to turn all but one of you into sex-addled playthings unless you can win its perverted game.

The main brother directed the pledges to strip down before their fraternity and show their loyalty no questions asked. Later the brothers moved the frightened pledges to the shower room where they were hosed down with ice cold water and taunted more by the rest of the frat. I cannot count how many times I have asked the following question amidst the past four years of my life; what can I do to stop hazing? This single question has left me confused, angry, disillusioned, and ultimately inspired to make a difference in the world. I hope that by sharing with you my story, you too will be inspired to make an impact in your community.

The forced sexual contact of hazing is certainly another way to fulfill those desires; it’s no wonder that so many gay men are attracted to college fraternities, long the bastion of hazing in. On a cold, stormy September night in , my 14 fraternity pledge brothers and I received this ambiguous text from one of our pledge masters:. At 11pm, you will all load into three of your cars and drive to the destination I send you. Bring a first aid kit, five jugs of water, three shovels, and a triangular-shaped candle.