SomeRandomGerm

SNEAK PEEK OF NEW ROMCOM STORY
          	
          	The smell of booze was in itself intoxicating in the niterie on this specific shift, particularly because upon entering, a group of wealthy looking men sauntered in and ordered enough alcohol to kill an army.
          	As it was a Thursday, the number of patrons wasnt high. Being so, the group of opulent men were the only people spending their time here. Off to the side, they laughed and chittered to one another, reminiscent of the work they'd done just before stopping for a bit of booze and conversation. Adrian assumed the well-dressed men were office co-workers for a big company. But... One of those men caught the lovesick puppy's eye. 
          	
          	Tall, definitely more than 6 feet. His suit jacket was draped over the velvet sofa he was leant against, and he seemed less entertained than his peers. Avery sighed at the sight of such an elegant and admirable man. He imagined the man to have a soft heart, softer and gentler than the hearts of the colder men who were laughing at insincere jokes and swallowing drinks practically all at once with eyes bafflingly cold,  effortlessly blizzarding the room. But his eyes were warmer. He was beginning to feel balmy just looking at him, and he turned to his friend, Deshante, who was wiping down the bar counter. 
          	
          	[End excerpt.]

SomeRandomGerm

SNEAK PEEK OF NEW ROMCOM STORY
          
          The smell of booze was in itself intoxicating in the niterie on this specific shift, particularly because upon entering, a group of wealthy looking men sauntered in and ordered enough alcohol to kill an army.
          As it was a Thursday, the number of patrons wasnt high. Being so, the group of opulent men were the only people spending their time here. Off to the side, they laughed and chittered to one another, reminiscent of the work they'd done just before stopping for a bit of booze and conversation. Adrian assumed the well-dressed men were office co-workers for a big company. But... One of those men caught the lovesick puppy's eye. 
          
          Tall, definitely more than 6 feet. His suit jacket was draped over the velvet sofa he was leant against, and he seemed less entertained than his peers. Avery sighed at the sight of such an elegant and admirable man. He imagined the man to have a soft heart, softer and gentler than the hearts of the colder men who were laughing at insincere jokes and swallowing drinks practically all at once with eyes bafflingly cold,  effortlessly blizzarding the room. But his eyes were warmer. He was beginning to feel balmy just looking at him, and he turned to his friend, Deshante, who was wiping down the bar counter. 
          
          [End excerpt.]

SomeRandomGerm

this message may be offensive 
Can we talk about why the USA is literally a stolen country based on lies? 
          
          I lived there a good portion of my life since I had some relatives there and we would go to my great uncle's house and he'd have on those racist cowboy shows and you'd often see people in redface and talking about "peace pipes" and shit all the time. Literally equivalent to the use of black face and the way that the white man would mimick the way black folk looked and acted. I am not saying it's exactly the same, but they are heavily comparable, and even though I'm not Native American and I'm only half African (Sudanese), I think that people should be ashamed of themselves for seeing it and thinking that it's fine, but seeing black face and immediately hitting the cancel button. Why don't we talk about the mistreatment of Native Americans until Columbus Day? Why don't we teach the children in American schools (again, I do not live in America at the moment, but I was for a long period of time) about the real way their country was founded?