At the same time, I was being told, from my peers, that Obama’s election somehow either meant white kids could say nigga or that someone who looked like me would be the “death of the country.” At the same time, the only other Black folks in school with me were those forced out of Louisiana, post Katrina, whose culture was so much the antithesis of white adolescent “decency” that I kept my distance. I was learning about something between me and white girls at the same time I was learning American history, in some acultural Suburb outside of Houston, Texas. In fact, the first girl to ever hear the words “I love you” from me was a white girl. ![]() It was about the only way by which I judged my social value-by how many of them I was of interest to. I used to fantasize about asking them out, kissing them, fucking them. ![]() My crushes, in high school, were all white girls.
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