The Inbetweeners

I'm an inbetweener. I was born within 3 years of the Gen-X and Gen-Y (or whatever you call them) division. We are one, but we are the other. We're a blend, a melding of two philosophies, a distinct in the indistingushable. Technically, I'm Gen-X. But I'm not, but I am. Being born to parents of inbetweeners, I am who they are. I refect the inbetweeners philosophy. Inbetweeners are very distinct, in that they are not entirely of one or the other societal generation. We like Blondie as well as Eminem, because we understand both.

Marshall Mathers, Eminem, is but one year older than I am. And yet, I can relate to his music. Because it's not black or white, it just is. Inbetweeners grew up with all sorts of stuff -- folk music, pop music, and the rise of rap, the real rap that pointed out the social ills, and in a way, for us, rap is the social extension of folk music. Public Enemy. In the Time of Metal. Metal is very male dominated, but rap at that time, while it did exhibit some maleness, was about something social. "Cop Killer"? A refelction of someone's psyche. Only the easily duped believed it was real. Who are the real "Cop Killers"? By default, the white man, because they're allowed to carry guns. And vote. And will shoot you to make sure that they have the right to vote AND bear arms. Those of a lesser color are not allowed to carry them, because, you know, they're not white. And they might cause trouble, just because they listen to rap and well, you know, they're not white.

It amazes me, the level of subtle racism that there is. I'm white, but I've been edumacated, so I come across things uttered that would not "normally" be considered "racist", but in fact are so terribly rascist, it disgusts me. But then again, I believe it's a class thing, that if white people think that they are living middle class-like, but really aren't, then they're okay, not like their black neighbors. Who, don't you know, are black.

As someone who believes in science, judging someone on the color of their organ is a bit weird. I mean, we don't really discriminate between the color of the liver or the spleen, and it makes just as much sense judging that way as on the color of someone's skin. The only difference is the pigment, and that can be altered. So why is it soooo important? If you do that, you are but a mere half-step from the monkey that we evolved from. And then, why does that concept upset people so? For the love of god, the good Lord gave you a brain...and you can't fucking use it? You have to waste it on mere superstition and organ discrimination? Man, apes are like that. I would love to think the average human's beyond that...but that might be wishful thinking.

And this post is dedicated to a person I knew, who once remarked, "Why is that white girl holding hands with that black boy? What does that say about her?...."

The answer, in my head at least, was "NO! What does that say about you?"

Never got an answer. He ended up committing suicide, but that's a whole 'nother post....

What?

All I want is some guy who really, really wants to have lots of sex, and doesn't mind the baby aspect of it...who is willing to take care of children....who will teach their offspring about thwarting the propaganda....who is a mirror of me.

I want someone who not only understands the intensness of me, but can bring it into frivolity. A man who can make me laugh at my seriousness, despite myself, and with longing. A language of emotion. Of me. That takes time, time which I don't think, nearing 30, I have....