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Reading this substack post made me think.
The men who like women and the men who don't. Yes we can tell.
(crossposted from Facebook)
It's really intense sometimes to be talking to strangers or acquaintances who don't acknowledge my partner's existence, who is right there with me. Even sometimes when she is talking to them, they will only be looking at me and responding to me. I have to play this game in my head: Is it her gender? Her race? Or less obvious stuff like her height? It's particularly marked in younger white men. Then I play another game where I stop looking at them, only look at F, and from the corner of my eye I can see their sudden distress at not being looked at by the white man, and having to look at this person that their mind had blocked. You can see their brain short-circuit. It's a trip!
On the other hand, my Kurdish friends are always asking about her when I meet them without her, even though she might not have seen them in a couple years. It warms my heart. It also reminds me of the people who don't. It reminds me of the times where /I/ don't remember to include friends' partners, people that I have known for years.
The men who like women and the men who don't. Yes we can tell.
(crossposted from Facebook)
It's really intense sometimes to be talking to strangers or acquaintances who don't acknowledge my partner's existence, who is right there with me. Even sometimes when she is talking to them, they will only be looking at me and responding to me. I have to play this game in my head: Is it her gender? Her race? Or less obvious stuff like her height? It's particularly marked in younger white men. Then I play another game where I stop looking at them, only look at F, and from the corner of my eye I can see their sudden distress at not being looked at by the white man, and having to look at this person that their mind had blocked. You can see their brain short-circuit. It's a trip!
On the other hand, my Kurdish friends are always asking about her when I meet them without her, even though she might not have seen them in a couple years. It warms my heart. It also reminds me of the people who don't. It reminds me of the times where /I/ don't remember to include friends' partners, people that I have known for years.