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"I'm so scared that I'm gonna die- I want to be groomed by way older men"
Shut it.
The fact that even in the face of death she's thinking of sexual degeneracy.
"Just some advice from a stranger."
Don't want your advice. So fuck off yeah?
A woman likes older men, the women is a pervert, the men are predators.
Not how that works. The dynamic doesn't matter. Either way, it's just sexual interest.
And I know you don't want my advice. No one does. Do I stop giving it to them? No.
And furthermore, said sexual 'degeneracy' has nothing to do with fear of dying. Even if it did, it would make sense, since, when you're scared, you tend to revert to your baser instincts: Sustenance and sex. And if you want to get as much out of life as possible before you die, you would want to experience sex with as many people as possible. Soooo...
1. Not Black. Therefore, not the actual definition of the word.
2. Not Mexican. Mexicans can use whatever they want, who's gon' stop them?
3. Not mixed race. Therefore, not the thing that would give me a free n-word card.
I am purely, completely, almost too extremely white. Good try, though.
Nigger
I know more than you
Anyways, moving on. One was used as a slang version of the other. I don't know why, since it's the same amount of syllables. But eventually the two demographics that used them began each using one more and one less. Whites used the official one, and used it as an insult to Black people, while Blacks used the slang one, and used it as a friendly term to other Black people.
It also became customary, after a certain point, that only Blacks be allowed to use either term.
As a result, a small group of Blacks added a caveat. They could grant any of their white friends a free n-word card, allowing them to say the term. They could grant as many as they wanted, to as many friends as they wanted, and they could decide how many times the n-word card had on it before it ran out.
And again, I must thank you for accepting me as I am. Thank you, truly, from the deepest well of my black, black heart.
So let's review: No mental disability, check, no physical disability, check, no social disability, check. Conclusion: I'm not retarded. You just simply see me as so because what I'm saying is making you angry. So you're calling me names in order to make me feel insulted. And you're failing, because there's nothing you can say to me that hasn't been said before.