Dear Old White dude all the time:
Yes, the land of the free to which I emigrated has a long history of being totally pwnd by the eternal old white dude. I think it’s probably because of thanksgiving.
So I would like to express my emotions to my epiphany.
I really appreciate your existence, old white man, and I appreciate much more that throughout history you have managed to model your ultimate fetishist desire after my image.
It is not hard to acknowledge your male gaze that seeks so fervently to undress me in public so shamelessly that my integrity feels damaged. Especially when several of you line up in public spaces, such as museums, airports, malls, galleries, and other highly caucasian areas just to watch me, brown womyn, walk by.
Once in a while you approach and inhale my scent, as if I was a delicate flower ripe for display.
Once in a while you approach with negative intentions, expecting me to deliriously forget my upbringing in a mess of rock n roll hair fantasies.
Oftenmore though, it is the shameless pointing and approaching that gets me more deeply, whether it is from a car, on foot, or your tractor. You really know how to make a womyn feel irreversibly sexy and objectified.
My greatest issue though arises from the fact that I know that beautiful white males become beautiful old white dudes. That is cool. The issue though. The issue is that when you are young and attractive, you fail to learn how to love me and hold my hand. And when old, your advances are not that of love, but that of empty lust projected by that wedding band, nervous key jingling, open public money counting, and open gaze piercing. You don’t seek to impregnate me.
Why is it that *I* have become the object of indecent regalia?
You created for yourself tall, gorgeous busty blondes who throughout visual art history prefer to be displayed as trophy. I’m SO OK WITH THAT! I was really into displaying my ex-gf as trophy, but then she got over it because she’s actually mexican. And then she dyed her hair black. :: sigh ::
My brother’s wife LOOOOOVES sleazy attention and we all know it. YIEAH!
Where does the need to psychologically abuse womyn that in their own history their beauty has been maintained in secret?
Your reaction to me is the perpetuation of the assumptions the Quran makes about men who see uncovered womyn. mmhhh. but in a free world, I prefer not to overaccessorize. hjabs are hot.
Yet in ALL brown cultures worldwide it is modesty that drives gendered living.
But i am not going into the issue of gender here. I see myself as pangendered, androgynous, etc. You do not know what this means, so to you I appear as a confused teen more than a gender-less adult who sees fashion through the eyes of maximum comfort.
(yes, there are ::exceptions:: but those are rare.)
I would appreciate your acknowledgement of my presence bubble. You are not allowed into conversation unless you are able to shake my hand while maintaining eye contact.
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