Saturday, 1 March 2014
London in the early hours of the morning is an interesting place to be. Slurring men pursuing women for their exoticism - their alternative origin, their non-British twang, tanned or physiques and tales of warmer climates. Exoticism, to me, is almost as frustrating as savagery. In the same way that I will release a subtle sigh as a stranger draws a sinister portrait of me in their minds, I will also sigh as that same stranger considers me interesting or enchanting. Why should anyone be placed on an irrational pedestal because of their hair or accent or skin or beliefs or clothes?
Posted by Jasmine at 03:23