"The army stationed me down South when I was younger, and I couldn’t even use the same bathroom as white people. But things have changed so much. The younger generation isn’t nearly as racist. I’ve been sitting here for fifty years. So much has changed. This neighborhood used to be all black. A white person couldn’t even walk down this street. All the races kept to themselves. Now you’ve got Indians talking to Pakistanis, blacks talking to whites, everybody is here and learning from each other’s cultures. I’ve been sitting here for 50 years. Things are getting better."
Turquoise Water Travertine Pools At Pamukkale, Turkey
I feel weird.
Last night Bincey told me he has slept with his girl best friend. 8 times, a couple years ago. That doesn’t bother me, expect the fact that he has denied it in the past and gives me shit about having slept with a guy friend of mine. It’s a bothersome situation because before we were dating, we had talked extensively about how he thought they could end up marrying each other and that there had been romantic tension between them. And just now, his exe of 4 years called him to catch up.
I don’t know. I’ve got too much adderall in my system to properly process emotions. His exe calling only matters because of the timing. I wholly trust Bincey and know he feels genuinely remorseful about his little secret. I just can’t help feeling a funny, and I can’t place what I’m feeling. I don’t feel betrayed. I still trust Bincey. I don’t feel self-conscious, like his loyalty to me is threatened. I just feel sad. I don’t know.
Spelling things out helps.
Chloe Sevigny in Katy Rodriguez and Balenciaga heels at the Season 2 premiere of Bates Motel and premiere of Those Who Kill.