So what do the

straight people in the anthropology class write about? There must be at least one; there always is.

That is a position that I've been in on occasion, or heard about, and which has always facinated me -the only white person in a black history course, the only man in a feminist seminar, the only -what ever - some where - that you aren't supposd to be.. The way you feel, the way they want you feel, the way you ruin all their fun or just fuck things up by your very presence. The way, the way, the way. The way we are so different, but not quite enough. Oh, alright, you big weirdo, You can stay. But Behave, okay?