Misogynoir but Make it Concern
I put my hand on the doorknob and looked up to see him, loading clothes into a machine. My mouth gravitated toward the ground as I stepped inside the laundry room. He was trying to make small talk with me; I kept my replies short and distant. “I’ve been going through a lot right now. Whenever you need someone, it’s like they're never there. It’s a shame.” “Right.” “You know the rent's due today and I haven’t been able to pay it.” “I’m sorry to hear that.” “Yeah so if you ever want to talk about any problems going on, I know you have your own stuff to worry about, you can always stop by. We are neighbors.” “I’ll keep that in mind.” If there’s anything that every man of any race has, it’s the nerve and the audacity. Part of me thinks this was a deliberate scheme yet that probably gives him too much credit. But what else could explain him asking me to perform emotional (possibly other forms of) labor right after stirring up trouble for m...
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