I Love Being A Minority
Everywhere I am- I am a minority and do not speak nor look like anyone around me. I really don’t give a rat’s-ass. A few days ago when I was riding the Metro Red Line at 4:30 in the morning, there was not another white person to be seen. When I walk down Broadway, I do not hear much English spoken. Where I work in Encine. my cube is in an Armenian enclave, and that is the language I hear all day. Honestly, I love it.
And the strangest thing is my attraction to woman that are very different from me and my “white-bread” upbringing. I love Blacks, Hispanics, Russiams, and well, especially Asians. I used to be like most white-boys and like the bleached-blond, fake-tit “California” girls- but that was a long time ago. I can’t explain exactly what changed me, but I’ve changed (and I’m sure those girls think I’m a very ugly guy too- oh well).
I think I’ve strayed the farthest from my roots with my current girlfriend Yan- she cannot read English, and thus, cannot read this blog and has no idea what I say here. When I could not access my computer during my recent move, I tried to use her computer but have you ever seen “CHINESE WINDOWS”??? No joke- not an English character in sight on the screen- I use Google “Translate” to send her e-mail in “Traditional Chinese”- I have no idea how I could ever learn that language.
Downtown LA is just such a real “melting pot”- I love it here and cannot ever imagine moving back to a community where white folks were an overwhelming majority. How boring…