Ah, ha. The flash works.
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Rain, rain, get outta here.
Come again when I'm out of town.
There are fireworks in Kreuzberg tonight. I'm not bothering to see where it's coming from. It's my evening to stay home and rest. Yet another Middle-Eastern man asked me in the subway today if I was married with children. Before he even knew my name. How am I supposed to answer that? Why does it matter to him? Shall I ask him the same question? Why is it the FIRST thing they want to know? Why does it always happen to me, but not to German women? And why don't German men ask me? Do they ask me to see if I'm potential marriage material? Or to see if they should feel sorry for me when I say no?
I'm tempted to generically answer: I'm lesbian. But usually I'm so shocked that I can't think of anything witty to say.
* * *
Rain, rain, get outta here.
Come again when I'm out of town.
There are fireworks in Kreuzberg tonight. I'm not bothering to see where it's coming from. It's my evening to stay home and rest. Yet another Middle-Eastern man asked me in the subway today if I was married with children. Before he even knew my name. How am I supposed to answer that? Why does it matter to him? Shall I ask him the same question? Why is it the FIRST thing they want to know? Why does it always happen to me, but not to German women? And why don't German men ask me? Do they ask me to see if I'm potential marriage material? Or to see if they should feel sorry for me when I say no?
I'm tempted to generically answer: I'm lesbian. But usually I'm so shocked that I can't think of anything witty to say.