This rambling entry will allegedly be cathartic

Look folks, I like watching a jittery knife fight between two toothless crackwhores more than anyone but this is my time. Turn your head around and listen.

I’m African-American/Black/Negro/Afro-American who grew up in Mobile, AL. I know what you’re thinking. No, I didn’t pick cotton but I was known to wear cotton Spiderman underwear and superman t-shirts. Anywho, I had a fabulous childhood filled with knife fights, shootings, ice cream and cool aid. I had me some schooling, then went to gay it all up in college by slurping white russians (get yo head outta the gutter–it’s booze) and by developing unrequited crushes on immature A&F frat boys, faux liberal and midwestern hotties alike. I tend to be very vague as I would like to protect my anonymity and I’m ashamed of everything, even ashamed of being ashamed. Thank you Southern Baptist Church!

Now that I am departing NYC, land of the queer, home of the blah. I’d like to take my next two months to blog about this lovely city before I flee it in horror. Don’t judge me! 

~ by breadlinepalace on March 27, 2008.