The dorm is an open prison, a high standard prison, with high degree of liberty and privileges, but in the end is just a prison. You get a gym, a pool, a bar, a pub, a terrace, sometimes even parties, but when the day is done, and you go back to your own cell, lonely, happy or just in the mood, do you get the right to conjugal visits?Any overnight visit from outsiders must be notified to the dorm’s administration 2-3 days before the guest checks in. So basically if you wish to bring someone to the cell you pay for, your “house for the year”, the guys running the place will add a small filled-in form to your file. By the time the academic year is over, they will know precisely who, why, how many times and from where the visit was received. Not so private now, is it? I know, it’s for our “safety”.
An option would be not to declare the visit. To sneak in. To be a smuggler of sex. Like in high-school when you were using the working hours of the parents to get some. Or when you were using the car and the woods. Or the parties and the sex-destined room. Or just the flat and the bed of a friend. All those “good” times that you thought were forgotten, now that you’re far away from home, on your own, free to do what and when you want.The other option would be to find someone in the dorm that is into this kind of physical exercise. Once to his/hers room, once in yours. One might think that you are encouraged to exchange fluids only with your colleagues. To bound with them. To preserve and extend the big happy CEU family. But is not really so…
Even if you managed to find yourself a partner, either by convincing an inmate or by smuggling someone in, you are still facing a lot of problems. First of all there is no intimacy. The walls are thinner than paper, the bed is small and squealing. You already listen, voluntarily or not, to the conversations coming from the surrounding rooms. Left, right, upstairs. If you’re a screamer or he/she’s a moaner, then everybody knows what you’re doing (well, almost everybody – with this environment it’s a surprise we’re not all virgins). If they don’t mind you disturbing their Skype calls, or their night readings, they might even cheer for you, or who knows, start masturbating louder, to compete with you. If they are not so happy, or they are envious, you’ll get punches in the walls, a knock on the door to remind you of the silent hours, or you get a visit from the security. Unless you find a way to keep your mouths busy (there are ways, I know), you’re a “porn” star.
In the same time the whole thing is uncomfortable if you’re the classic type who insists on using the bed, or you got with you the romantic type who likes to cuddle after. These beds were not designed for sex, were not designed for two people to lay in them, they might not even been designed to sleep in them. Beside the funny noises and a place for readings, they are totally worthless. If they bump into the walls while you’re shaking in the heat of passion, then you’re saying in a kind of Morse code that everybody understands what you are doing in that particular moment. And so you’re back to the previous problem. Kind of a vicious circle, isn’t it?
The question would be what is the exact position of our administrators and care takers on the matter? Is one or isn’t one allowed to have sex in this place? Is there any special room for it? Should there be one? Should we do something about the walls, or the beds? What about the “check in” rule? Should one enjoy the “funny” noises coming from the proximity of his/hers room, should one ask to join, or should one fear the noises it does him/her self? Should one feel guilty or proud for having it? A lot of trouble for something which is and should be a simple and pleasant…activity… [No wonder there’s not much of it going on…]
Catalin Stanescu
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