Voices in my head imply that if I were in Norway, I could simply walk outside and have sex with anyone I want. My ex was “turned all the way up” and somehow tapped into the network of all the girls/women that want to be with me, and thought I was gay for not trying to bed them, constantly, even though I am completely unaware to what the voices refer to when they say they’re “turned up.”
Beyond that, I’m a black guy in the United States, and Boston, no less, where a one Michael Che stated was “racist” on one episode of @nbcsnl a few years ago.
So let’s put all of that together, without even considering the history of black skin in the United States.
As much as the mainstream media portrays the black man, having black features, black skin? As “cool” and “in-style” a piece of culture to appropriate or aspire to, we African Americans still have the boot of the system stomping down on our collective necks, and that fractured relationships we have as a community don’t help, either.
It’s not that easy.
And while I’m fucking ranting: Viking culture talks a lot about revenge.
Let’s say I do go sucking and fucking across Scandinavia, you think there ain’t one person that might get attached? One person that might not want me to sow my seed with anyone else? One person who’s cheating on their partner and they find out so they’re out for blood?
So many things could just fucking happen man.
So fucking stupid.