The following reflection was written in 2003, when I was between 25 and 26 years old.
In the weeks following the Housemate Controversy of 1998, after Stephanie’s roommate was asked the leave our Cluster House, our friend Prok lived in Stephanie’s room for a while. He was preparing for a role in a gay musical opening at a gay club in Boston. Jason, for those of you not in the know, was gay as well. The fact that it was a gay play in a gay club starring our gay friend has very little to do with the story, but I had to start somewhere.
I think there was a certain novelty to Jason staying at our house in the first weeks following the Housemate Controversy. He wasn’t attending Bradford in an “official” capacity at the point but he didn’t have anywhere else to go and really, we all loved Jason. He was a great guy and we wanted him around.
I think I was actually the start of the trouble between Jason and Stef, at least partially. Once she and I started going out I think she wanted the room to herself. The truth is, she’d probably wanted the room to herself ever since her roommate had left, but she wasn’t about to upset everyone else by saying Jason couldn’t use the extra bed.
Anyway, things were coming to a head around the time Jason’s play opened in Boston. As I recall, Stephanie didn’t want to attend the show at all and the trip in and trip back were just downright dreadful. The show wasn’t particularly good, but Jason, being the fabulous performer he was, made it bearable.
Shortly after the show, sometime in March or early April, Jason stopped staying in Stef’s room except for a rare occasion or two and it was good thing, because it was right around the time he stopped living in Stef’s room that I stopped wanting to live in my room because of growing tension between Russel and me.