My freshman class at Harvard was the first to be randomly assigned to upperclass dormitories ("houses"). The university did not like the fact that students, given the choice, self-segregated into different communities, and was particularly disturbed by the fact that many black students had chosen to live in the old Radcliffe houses, as far away from the Harvard campus as possible. So, in typical liberal style, it denied everyone the choice.
As a result, I found myself--to my great fortune--in Dunster House, a building with a rich intellectual, political, and arts tradition, with a unique layout that encouraged social life by routing foot traffic through an intimate common courtyard. Prior to randomization, Dunster was one of two houses with large numbers of gay and lesbian students. Adams House was the more flamboyant of the two, but Dunster had a larger gay community.