From Christine -
Part of the degrading begins as I leave my downtown
Chicago office. Telling the Uber driver the address, he begins to wonder
why I'm going "there". Wearing a business suit, I look so out of place.
"Are you sure this is the place?" he asks as we arrive at the run-down
tenements. I say nothing as I get out and walk through the courtyard.
In a few minutes, I will be down on the dirty, filthy floor of the apartment
where I buy my weed. As I'm getting plowed, It's only appropriate
that the young black male talk nasty to me.
Even he probably wonders how a nice, white, married mommy can be
doing this, and then going home to her family with he pussy
full of black seed.
I'm the last person he should be showing any respect to.