I Can’t Help Looking Like A White Man

I walk through my day bearded and frumpy looking. I’m that white dude down the street that looks like he stopped trying about 3 years ago, but still has just enough of his shit together to go through the motions. People are on the whole friendly with me. I don’t usually have to make space for myself unless I’m in a space of predominantly white dudes. It is easy for me to move through the world. I’m just below average height: unthreatening to most people, but not quite small enough to be an easy target. I’m just going to smoke my cigarette and quietly long for the embrace of death, it’s an…