I have a confession.
I have this insatiable addiction to coffee.
fair trade coffee
fair trade coffee in NPR membership mugs
I want to wake up to that smell next to me.
That and freshly pressed New Yorkers and Moleskine
covers and sweaty yoga mats...
See the truth is
I’m a Snow Queen.
I just have this, this thing
For white people
Can’t help it.
It’s the way they eat steak for dinner.
I know I’m a vegetarian, but I’d make
exceptions
You know I’ve heard that white men have
huge…
empires
I’ve heard they’re really good…
at gentrification.
Once, a white woman asked me where I was from,
no, where I was really from.
then told me she was going to India with her
non-profit that year, and I said ‘Oh, tell
me more, oh take me with you.'
The first white boy I slept with was so excited
when I told him he was sexy.
like I was the first person to say that like
ever in the entire world.
You have to understand I like it that way
like your veins are showing
like your skin could bleach out your clothes
like your SPF level is 9000.
like WHITE
It just turns me on
Like I would love to cuddle in the ugliest
sweaters with you and listen to David Sedaris.
And plan our future lifes together.
We can rent one apartment in Brooklyn and
another in the Mission and stare at the same
Che-shaped constellation together at night
time.
I want you to pick me up on the way back from
an unpaid internship.
I wanna jam in your Prius to your hip-hop.
I want you to tell me more your gap year.
I want to map the lines on your palms to the
lines you drew in Africa.
I want to get my name tattooed on your arms
in Sanskrit, and then Chinese.
I want us to make black friends together.
I want us to have brunch with them.
I just, I just want us to get gay married
in San Francisco.
I want to pick up our tribal print tuxedos
together at American Apparel.
I want to vote for Obama with you!
And name our ethnically adopted children Hope
and Post-race.
On our wedding night you will tell me about
all the women of color artists that make you
feel like a diva, such as Beyonce.
And you will awkwardly gyrate me without your
hips.
And later that night you will pull me aside
and take nude photos of me like that time
you randomly selected me from the airport
security checkline.
I loved that…
And when we couchsurfing together on our first
honeymoon night
I will call you master because colonialism
never had a safe word
You will whisper tenderly in my ear
Don’t worry, I’m not racist like them
…then fuck me like you are.
