I had finally made it. Coming from a very conservative Muslim background, it had been very hard to convince my parents to let me go off to university far away from home, but I had finally made it. Here I was, living by myself in Ottawa. Living on campus is a difficult transition for anyone, but it was especially hard for me. Topics like sex and alcohol were taboo in my household and I was suddenly part of this university community where drinking and hooking up were common things. During Frosh week, students weren’t just making new friends, they were taking full advantage of their new-found freedoms, experimenting with drugs and alcohol and exploring their sexuality. Unfortunately for most of my peers, they didn’t have the privilege of being part of a sexual health program that taught them the importance of consent.
For one of the frosh events, we were taken to a massive billiards room. As soon as I entered, the pungent smell of alcohol smacked me in the face. While I was somehow surprising my new friends and myself with some hidden pool shooting talent, a girl approached me. She looked like she was going to topple over, her breath smelled like a bottle of vodka, and she was slurring heavily. She asked me if I wanted to hook up in the washroom. As a 17-year-old boy, a certain part of me was very excited, but the more sensible part of me understood that this girl couldn’t give consent while she was intoxicated. I politely turned her down. Socially, this was a very bold move, as my peers didn’t grasp the concept of consent and asked me: “Why would you do such a thing?” “Are you gay?” “Are you dumb?”
I vividly remember questioning why I would make such a decision, knowing my male peers would criticize me. But I knew it was the right decision. Even though my first instinct wasn’t about the girl’s capacity to consent, I remembered something about the meaning of consent, that ‘ONLY YES MEANS YES’ and that people who aren’t sober can’t give consent. It made me realize that I shouldn’t take advantage of this girl because she was unable to give me consent. I was also mindful of the potential consequences of me taking advantage of this girl for her and myself as it could be considered rape. So, I told my peers: “Only yes means yes and she can’t give consent while she is drunk.”
I felt proud of this moment, as this not only differentiated me from my peers, but also gave me a chance to educate them by taking the skills I’ve learned and applying them in my life. This interaction was my first time exercising the mantra of “ONLY YES MEANS YES,” but it wasn’t the last.