between you and me
how desperately
how it aches
how desperately it aches between you and me
Tag: <span>race</span>
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“Where is the kitchen fairy when you need her,” is a phrase I use regularly. The idea of a tiny pixie doing my dishes amuses me.
About ten, fifteen years ago, at a BBQ with lots of food and some alcohol, a friend of mine asked me if I would date -or sleep with a black man. I didn’t hesitate, answered quickly -and without thinking- “No, I would not date a black man or sleep with a black man.”
“I guess that means you are a racist,” he said and I didn’t know what to respond. My brain didn’t comprehend -neither did I. I had stepped into a trap and now I was stuck.
One year of Trump, what is left to say, that hasn’t been said or written on my blog and so many others. One year later I am still upset and in shock about Trump and his supporters, nothing has changed. My willingness to accept him and all the backward changes he and his rich friends are making, is still zero.
I stopped apologizing a long time ago; I stopped apologizing for who I am. Take it or leave it, this is what you get. I am me, and I can’t change it -I don’t want to change it. I happen to like me just fine the way I am.
Louis Amstrong was right when he sang, “What a wonderful world.” This world is a great place and we, the ones who are occupying this beautiful planet, we are blessed with being different. How boring would it be if we would all be the same?