13 Éxitos que Nunca Oirás: A Serial Poem (Part 10)

Sometimes I wonder if I’m a “RACIST”. I wonder this because I have never dated or really been romantically attracted to someone of my own “RACE”. Um, ethnicity? I would say something like this: my libidinal image-repertoire has been formed within a milieu of suburban whiteness and urban hipsterdom. So, really, you end up liking girls from the same parts of town. I saw some girls waving my flag; Philip said their brothers would beat us up.