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My Partner and His Bros Joke About Gay Sex All the Time
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My partner and I have been together for six happy years. Here is my (female) problem: He and our gaming friends (all male) have this habit of making gay jokes constantly. They think it is hysterical to just tack some fellatio-related quip onto every. damn. sentence. I’m exaggerating, but it is frequent. I am part of a text chain with these guys, and it is relentless—I rely on my husband to tell me when we have plans with them because I have to mute it unless I want to be inundated. These jokes aren’t hateful, per se, but they’re just constantly referencing queer , male-on-male sex, and to me, there often seems to be no discernible punchline. I see and speak to these men (and they are indeed men—we’re well out of our 20s) often and consider games with them to be a enormous and rewarding component of my social life. I am the only person in the group who is not a hetero man, and I undergo that if I attempt to say “Enough, already!,” I stand to slightly alienate myself, though they’d respect my
When the Racist is Someone You Understand and Love...
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By Katherine Fugate
*Trigger warning: This piece includes accounts of racist and sexist slurs.
“Don’t worry, pretty lady. I’ll make sure to use a good, strong fasten to keep the niggers out.”
He smiled. I blinked. Fifteen years ago, I was moving into my third-floor condo in the French Quarter of Brand-new Orleans, Louisiana. I’d hired a neighborhood locksmith to re-key the locks. The place was the size of a postage stamp but it was all mine and it had an unusual view. Below me was a lush courtyard where weddings took place. If I stood on my tiptoes, carefully leaned over the wooden dish rack with mismatched dishes and looked out my tiny kitchen window, I could see the Mississippi River.
As the locksmith worked in the open doorway, the trilling chords of the calliope from a steamboat clung to the freezing river air and crossed the threshold, drifting inside, chilling the room.The synonyms had been given no special weight among the lie down. The man’s eyes kind. His skin white, his belly thick, his hands bruised and scarred. He was missing a finger. He reached into his worn leather bag and withdrew a heavy deadbo
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