see, africans - and in canada, almost all africans are recent immigrants from africa - think i'm cute and want to take me home.

and, i don't mind getting hit on, either, even if i'm invariably going home by myself. that's confidence building, actually. go ahead and hit on me, i'm cool with that.

but, it's a big difference. and, the fact is that the laws are worse in africa, if anything. so why the dramatic difference?

and, south asians are variable, but it runs the gamut from open acceptance to quiet negation. and, i'm not going to get in between somebody's thoughts - those are scared to the individual. work it through, if you need to. that's fine. i'll be here once you have, and walk away if you decide against it.

again: i know better than to get racist about this. racism is stupid, and i'm not a stupid person. but it has something to do with the upbringing, and i have to stress the importance of trying to get in between it, because i want to feel comfortable with everybody, and not have this nagging weirdness with this specific group, which is just drawn out by experience.

i've met cool arabs in windsor. don't think i'm saying i haven't. but, it's singular. it really is.

i hit a few shows in the university district tonight and then ended up downtown for last call. i got hit on at the end of the night, which is fine; there was no event to take note of. and, i left feeling safe enough.

i need to get a pynchon reference to one of the bands, and then check out the debates over a plate of spaghetti.