I’m queer and once had a date with a black woman from the States while living in Dublin, Ireland. She asked me if I could be her local tourist guide. Sure thing!
Walked her all across the shitty overpriced city centre. At some point she asked me:
“Am I the only black person around here?”
Eventually decided to ditch the CC and take a taxi to my local area.
Waltzed into my regular pub holding hands, cuddeling.
The entire place filled with white cis locals went dead silent like in a bad cliche movie.
“Harry, two pints of the black stuff, will ye?”
Peeps realised that at least I was a local and continued minding their own business.
Jeez…
Tribal mentality. A lot of people conform to the ‘Hate them… not you though, you’re one of ours’ mindset.
“Fucking hate poofs. Not Barry though, he grew up around here, he’s alright.”
“We should shoot all the [insert racist bollocks here]. Not Abdul who runs the corner shop though, he calls me ‘boss’ when I go in.”
Etc. If only their sense of tribe extended a bit further.
No idea if you already know these places (you probably do) but The Cobblestone, Peader Brown’s, and McDowells are all great pubs that are perfectly happy serving a drink to anyone of any orientation.
Sorry for the bother if you already know.
Those places are lovely, of course I know then - I’m from there :D
Fair play to you :)
At most social events like disco, big parties etc, where the goal is wrecking your liver and dance to shitty music, while losing your hearing in the meantime.
Even with some friends, you cannot talk to them because everything is loud or stinks like shitty cigarettes. What’s the point?
Every time I go out.
Nope. I usually think “I should go out more” and then when I’m still recovering two days later I think “Ah, this is why I don’t go out more.”
And when you look at your bank account the next day
Why would I do that to myself, I wait for the credit card statement and take it all in at a gulp
