I have 18 days to find someone to go to on this Living Social Escape to China with me. Not that the trip is in 18 days; but that’s when the sale would end. Round-trip flights included (from select cities.) 9 days. Marvelous itinerary…just look for yourself!
Him: I don’t date black women. It’s just a preference.
Me: Based on what?
Him: Nothing, it’s just how I feel.
Me: Impossible, deliberate aversions come from somewhere.
Him: Its just a preference, that’s all.
Me: No, a preference is preferring broccoli to asparagus. You can say that because asparagus will always taste the same, even when prepared differently.
Me: And we’re not always the same at all. There are hundreds of millions of us and we’re each completely different from the next. If an employer said not hiring Black people was a preference would you agree?
Him: No, but that’s based on stereotypes.
Me: … And what is yours based on, facts?
- discussion with a classmate earlier.
Love who you want, I don’t care, but please don’t disguise legitimate issues with a relationship.
I took a picture which sucks too much to post, but I untucked my whole area of the fridge (live with roomies so I have the top shelf, top door, and one veggie drawer). I removed ALL of my food from the fridge, tossed out a bunch of iffy leftovers, took out my whole shelf and drawer, washed/dried/reinserted them, and put my food back in logical order according to frequency of use & food category. Then I cooked myself a kick-ass fish and veggie fried rice from the good leftovers I fished out.
Now I know exactly what is in my fridge and exactly where it is. My inner OCD demon is momentarily satiated.
Tl dr: cleaned fridge, cooked awesome food, life is better for both.
Salt place- this essay has been a long time coming. And like with all writing the longer the spans between cohesive thought, the more pressure builds for a cohesive thought to form. My ego quickening my pulse.
As I said in my last salt place writing, it has occurred to me that my nigrado phase…
This is some deep shit, yo. Read it all. Then have a think about yourself.
FYI on the Facebook pronouns. I selected "them" and I now show up on my family's pages as their son/brother. I had my gender censored from them in a custom privacy setting but FB kinda inadvertently outed me. Just in case anyone is in the same boat, passing that along.