Trainspotting

Eras uma rede maior que o mundo num abraço. O brilho que me segurava quando o passo era maior que a perna.

Agora não és. Deixa-me ser. Não És.

Vamos ser amantes de olhos fechados e procurar a graça às escuras.

Dar primazia ao tacto.

e eu querendo querer-te sem ter fim

Estão escritos seiscentos e trinta e oito quilómetros por hora. Nem escritos são já – e aposto que isto te faria muita confusão – são embutidos numa placa digital, mais perfeitos, mais redondos que uma curva desenhada com setenta e quatro casas decimais do número irracional mais famoso do mundo. Está então escrito tudo isso e eu penso no elefante. Na viagem. Na vida de toda a gente que estou a pisar num só passo, no espaço-tempo onde estou sentado e onde me mexo com energia cinética máxima, no espaço-tempo onde todos os outros – elefante incluído – se mexem em passos tão infinitos que nem se contam. Toda a gente perde o mesmo?

É o problema destas merdas: nada é linear. Vou ali acender mais um e ver se te vejo no breu. Hei-de morrer antes de o elefante chegar a qualquer sítio.

É pensar que não sou deste mundo, enquanto não me conseguir explicar isto.

I interjected, “You know how when we were kids we were jealous that our moms got presents on mothers day and we asked why there wasn’t a kids day?”

“What does this have to do with anything?” He asked skeptically.

“Well, what did she answer?”

“Every day is kid day.”

“That’s the same principle to why there aren’t parades and month’s for the white man. Every day is white, heterosexual, able bodied male day.” I said plainly.

“That’s stupid.” He bluntly blurted out.

You know, he’s right. That is stupid. We as a society as well as individuals should be doing a lot more to cater to the white man. They’re really struggling. In fact, they’re a dying species. In order to help them out, we should recognize them more.

For example, we should put more emphasis on white history. My suggestion would be to issue all school aged children a white history book. This summer, while all the books are still being printed, we can slap the word “WHITE” above the “American History” book title. It would be the same history book as always, but we would make it clear to them what the subject of the book really is.

My next idea would be IVORY magazine. This would remedy a large problem we in America face: not enough white faces inside of magazines.

Lastly, a straight pride parade would be organized. It would consist of heterosexual men and women walking down the street together holding hands. You may say, “But Lauren, this sounds a lot like any given afternoon in a busy city,” to the contraire. This would be quite different for we would issue all heterosexual couples a “shades of gray striped flag” for each couple to hold.

I hope you really take my suggestions to heart. We the minorities and women really should be more sympathetic to their cause. I propose we call up some of the major text book companies tomorrow morning to get the first glimmer of hope and change instituted for the white man. Who’s with me?

In fact, I think we should also put into consideration setting aside some land reservations for them; I hear it’s hard for them to find areas that aren’t flooded with minorities these days.

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