The way white men regard black women is the same way black women regard me, I think. Like I'm some exotic conquest or something. Feel objectified and undervalued by this. I'm a sentient being with emotions and dreams. I'm so much more than just a hairy ginger. God damn.
Psych. I love when black girls treat me like a non-living object. Hell yeah.
I remember this one time at the striptease club, I was watching a young caramel sugarbird do pole tricks on stage, my hand suddenly grabbed, raised and coached into a titty caress.
I walked freckled fingers down her dark-skinned abdomen while thinking, "PERSONAL TRIUMPH".
Later, a different dancer, this one thick and much darker, pressed her juicy rump against my lap after hearing me yell, "HEY GIRL!" as she walked by. I felt confusion from all the ass crushing down on my crotch. For real. My brain was stifled by glorious black ass.
The word "FUN" was written in large block letters on the rear of her panties. I know because I read. them
Suge Knight was there, too, moping around like the fat girl nobody wants to make eye contact with at a swingers party. The dancers didn't acknowledge his existence. Felt like a minor victory..
INTERNET HIGH FIVE
On a different topic nobody cares about, I decided to not read at the reading. I'll be there, though. Excited to hear Scott McClanahan and Elizabeth Ellen speak words. Pretty sure XTX will be reading, too. Very possible I'll engage in lecherous hair sniffing during the event.
Don't shower.
The reading takes place at 826LA on 8/14 around 7:30pm. You should come. Almost certain Gena is taking photos for the hunks of shit not attending..
Oh, yeah.
Gena had a cold today and felt ill from a spider bite. She isn't dead, but out of sexual commission for the time being. Kind of sucks.
Hollywood Daddy is rife with horny energy.
Poor me.
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