I’m watching 90’s wrestling and anybody of color was always boo’d. And if they went against anyone with a pale complexion, the white guy was always cheered loudly.
Just as well, the guy called “Flash Funk” (black guy) was always used as a jobber from what I can tell. Which means he always loses the match to make the other wrestler look better.
Now days I can see people fight for us. It’s certainly not as bad as it used to be.
I think I might read Kerouac’s ‘Dharma Bums’ next. It’s short and a classic. I meant to read it a long time ago, but I got sidetracked with other things.
It is less about my personal feelings (I never minded the attention when I was single) and more about the boundaries of my relationship with my boyfriend. He doesn’t enjoy having my male friends directly hit on me, say they would give me threesomes with their gf if we broke up, talking about old photos I had sent years ago and asking for “reminders” (even jokingly). It feels to him like they are trying to rudely ignore that I’m in a relationship and treat me as though I’m single to flirt.