There's a night class run by a willy wonka type dude.  ONe night I am taking a break form it and walking home.  SUddenly i see a man commit a murder and run back to the night class for help.  He follows me until I get to the alarm and I see him.  He's african american with a gold ring in his left ear.  He runs and people chase after him.  IF they catch him they'll just slap him on the wrist, and I know they won't.  I get the bright idea that we should walk home in groups now.  However, four of us get surrounded by four guys with knives, suddenly me and another guy go into rambo mode, trying to protect the two ladies. I can't remember if the ladies are protecting themselves or not. 

Race and gender are strange issues for me.  On one hand I care and on the other I don't.  SOmetimes I see racism as sad adn aptheitc, adn yet different ethnicity intrigues me, and I recognie the same capacity for prejudice as anyone.  I also find gender to be odd and fascinating.  I have no qualms about being male, but I guess I can't really define manhood, for I have never been anything else.  I know nothing else but male, and raised in a culture where it is revered, and yet it is all I know and thus it is a weird thing. 

I have, plenty of female friends and relatives, and I have mixed with other cultures.  In some ways I am more comfortable in the presence of females, and I find other cultures more interesting than my own.

I do.

Social Interactions are not my native strength.  So I'm not not comfortable around people necessarily.