I'm in Dallas. Texas.
What the hell am i doing here? How is it that my brain didn't process the reality of Bush, the electric chair, rednecks, disproportionate incarceration, and everything else in this bigger-than-life state?
Don't get me wrong (and don't get me to lying); i haven't seen anything other than the airport and the drive to the hotel. Oh, and one little nearby vegetarian restaurant by the name of Cosmic Cafe. The food was wonderful. The conversations and other goings-on going on around us apparently were not. (I tend to tune shit out when there's too much going on ... like ravenous hunger.) The bottom line is that i don't know anything much about Texas other than what i saw on the drive to the hotel. Which, since it was pitch black, wasn't much.
It's just the thought of it.
--m
PS: The real reason i'm here is to attend a training to implement Many Men, Many Voices as an HIV prevention workshop for Black Gay Men. So i ain't complaining, really.
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