I was on the subway the other day, and as I stepped into the 7 train on Times Square, I saw this man.
He was sitting beside the doors, in the middle of a 3-person seating, and stared straight ahead out of these icy, bold blue eyes. His heart wrapped in olive, tanned skin. His build like my perfect kind of man. At least 6’2.
“Where can I find more men like him?” I wondered. Immediately followed by “Europe”.
- In that moment, I desired a big, yummy White man
- Passion is my drive
- I’ve got to go to Europe ∞ my love of travel
Imagine the same thing being said by a woman of a different color, race. Imagine it in the perspective of a man. Any man; LGBTQ ❤
So many different colors, categories, perceptions, opinions, feelings… Just let it go. You don’t even know this White man. He’s probably Black- refer back to the first sentence, because you don’t know this Black man either.