cities are weird
someone talked to me on the subway today about my hair. the blackness of it. the straightness of it. the... asian-ness of it. he told me never to dye it. he informed me that asian hair is the strongest of all hair types. and some other stuff which doesn't bear repeating.
he was also surprised at my age. he thought i was younger. when a guy who is at least in his late thirties is hoping that a girl he sees is too young to drink legally... well.
anyway. this is so educational. sometimes i want to go back to where my identity is nothing to be remarked upon. i feel so fortunate that i even know what that feels like. and amused that the place to go to feel that way is LA.
he was also surprised at my age. he thought i was younger. when a guy who is at least in his late thirties is hoping that a girl he sees is too young to drink legally... well.
anyway. this is so educational. sometimes i want to go back to where my identity is nothing to be remarked upon. i feel so fortunate that i even know what that feels like. and amused that the place to go to feel that way is LA.