<![CDATA[The Secret Lament Of The Race-Mixer]]>I was standing near a couple who appeared to be navigating the psychosexual thickets of a second or third date. White girl and Street Shitter. He was chatting incessantly. She looked depressed. Every so often I caught her checking out my Great Whiteness. I could see the redirected sex thoughts and the rue mingling on her face.
If current dating market trends hold, there’ll be a lot of ruing in post-America. The Rue Side of History.
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