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IT’S TIME FOR A WALL OF TEXT, KIDDIES.

The last time I went out in public looking femme-fancy (only because my parents pressured me into it, I was so uncomfortable the whole time), some drunk black guy was staring at me the whole time. (Not many black people in our area, lol.) He approached me once because I played Thriller on the jukebox, and he was like, “DID YOU PLAY THIS? DO YOU LIKE MICHAEL JACKSON?” and I honestly had no idea how to respond. How do I spoke words? I played the neutral card and just kind of agreed with the guy as he went on his “MICHAEL WAS A GREAT MAN NO MATTER WHAT ANYONE SAYS”… thing… until he went back to his seat at the bar. I had been in the process of putting in a Beatles song when he approached, so I tried to remember what song from the album I was going to pick (Yellow Submarine), mentally shrugged and punched in a random number, and then walked out of the bar as fast as I could because my stepdad was out there.

I left with my grandma early on in my parents’ party (it was my stepdad’s best friend’s birthday) because my boots were hurting my feet (and the black guy creeped me out), and after I had left, he asked my stepdad if he was “the bouncer”. (HE WANTED IN MY CLUB, WHAAAAT)

My stepdad threatened to break the guy, hahaha… still though. This is why I never go anywhere.

It’s also funny coincidence that I had been listening to Ode To The Bouncer when I was informed of this. (On headphones, on repeat. Because I was drawing Cherry at the time.)



So, apparently I have to draw my characters in every style I come across.