I used to work for an employer which celebrated Pride Month. Not real pride. Just enough pride to sxxk some customer cxxk.
For instance, one day a black man asked if we accepted the BLM Discount cards. The cracker at the counter was flabbergasted. 'Darn negroes. Getting all uppity.'
What really upset the flabbergasted cashier? She feared the sexual attraction she felt for the young black man who had approached her counter. Her people did not intermingle. Her people were white. She had a vagina. She did this. She didn't do that. She had an identity. Right? Wrong? She has no idea. She simply tries to belong.
