Intimate moment at the TSA
“Keep that fabric jacked up
I want to feel as little of that fabric as possible
I need to do a second rub”
Disinfectant spray on his thin blue gloves
Don’t worry I showered this morning. I did shower this morning. But it was hotel soap. So, it’s like I didn’t shower this morning.
“This is for you not me.”
I guess he doesn’t change his gloves. I don’t like microplastics. I can see the condensation.
Nice to be touched. I think. While he asks me to turn around.
“Private screening or should we do it right here.”
Flattered, but no. I have to get back to LA. The ride is supposed to end.
“Sir, you’re still lighting up in your groin area.”
Dick too big
I’m in the group chat
I landed 3 hours ago. 8pm I was sitting in the back of a late 2000’s Lexus sedan next to a loaded gun with a couple lines racked on the center consul.
The driver seat was a Christian nationalist. He had his second gun as a concealed carry. To his right was a blue haired e-girl pretending to be a 15-year-old boy. She smoked her first cigarette a few weeks ago.
We are in traffic on the 405 going to Culver City. That’s where Indonesia is. Never heard of it.
High trust society is collapsing.
No one will move over for the firetruck a decade from now.
She pulls out a Chinese yen and rolls it up. Boogers on her sleeve. She’s in all black. The boys are in all white.
Dior tag peeks over the driver’s seat.
Can’t believe people think racism is skin deep. It’s not about the melanin in your skin at all. It’s about your bone structure and way in your genetics express themselves through a socially derivative orientation to the world.
I saw a video of a guy who lived in China for a decade and he walked Chinese. White guy too. Indistinguishable from a Chinese man and you think that racism is skin deep?