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Seriously!? And you’ve done what…?

GENERALIZATION ALERT!!!!!

Hey Punk Girl!  Ya you, Grrl! That same one coming from The Aggrolites/Inciters/Impalers show.

I’m super fkn curious to know who you are.  At first, I could have given a damn who you and you’re Whitey friends were stumbling out of whatever fuck show you were in.  I mean, I was in the middle of having a heart to heart with my fellow Queer Latina Hermana (ya, I pulled the sexually- minority-oppressed cards) about struggling in SF with a bunch of wolves in lamb clothing surrounding us… and then poof… there you were!

Like a vision from above :-/

You with your tatted arms and billyrock-do smelling of fine whiskey and speaking all kinds of trash.  You’re soo bad ass!

So I was surprised that my “excuse me” caught your attention.  Even more surprised to hear “you’re excused”.  

In that moment, I deliberated whether or not to stop and give my fine retort of “ummm… what?” but thought better of it as my Hermana was clearly not in the mood for some telenovela bullshit.  Ya! I summed up your guy friend and knew I’d have him to deal with it.  I justified any encounter with you and your ilk as worthy of embarrassment or fists.  Why?  Cuz of your ill-righteousness, Estupida!  De verdad, the only reason I didn’t say shit was cuz La Home Girl just wasn’t having it.  She’d been through enough that day.  Pero believe me… on any other day… she’d be right there wiping that smug fuck face off your pretty cherry red lips.  Why so?  Cuz she knows that aside from having to put up with keeping rich, fat people happy and satiated you really didn’t know what struggle Was and Is.  

You think I was asking for your permission?  You must be trippin Lela! cuz I wasn’t.  I was being polite and humble.  Traits I seem to have a hard time breaking free from for some fucked reason.

Ya!  There is a class war coming.  When it comes, I won’t see you any better than I how see Marina fucks.  Your tattoos don’t mean shit.  You’re arrogance don’t mean shit.  You’re believed-to-be-oppressed don’t mean shit.  Why?  Cuz until you contribute something else to the World aside from a pretty face or a pretty dish… YOU DON’T MEAN SHIT!  And that holds true for Me to, Lela!

So I leave you with one question:  What have you contributed to the World today?