But the same who says they’re not racist because they once “dated an Indian.” He was a white gay man, a flamboyant personal trainer who lived in New York City’s Hell’s Kitchen, the same kind who has a liking to utilizing the phrase “YASSSS KWEEN” with every other sentence the same who is content only having white best friends to take shirtless selfies with on Fire Island the same who says he exclusively dates blonde hair and blue-eyed men. So was a real conversation I had with a seemingly real person sitting across the table from me.
“Do I really need to explain to you the difference between throwing shade and reading someone? Girl, do I need to teach you gay history?”
