So my latest presentations and articles have somewhat been centered around to my responses to the daily challenge of navigating life among those plagued by a Southener's education system, which is doomed before it begins, because it is built upon the notion that nothing moves forward in life without a master and subservient relationship.

Any steps towards equal footing or communicating as equals is squashed in grade school, and emphasised through most of their adult lives. I.e. it is strickly, taboo for a teacher to have sex with a student. Even in a University, where all involved are of legal fucking age. So French Connections, is my response to such hipocricies, built upon the idea that higher authorites, should not 'fratinize' with a lower class. This language, of class, master, servent, highs and lows, oppressed and the oppressor, is highly prevalent in the South and come out in my work at times.

Interracial relationships is highly frowned upon in secret amoung those I communicate with in this town, and thus town is no different than most states south of the Mason-Dixon Line. It has always driven me to extremes as a child and a grown man to prove to those that would make issues for lovers of different hues and specs to kiss and fondle one another in public spaces or even their private ones.

To know the notion of being an American and free, by constitional decree, to say what I wish, to assemble a crowd as I wish, to publish and proplogate a theme of discussion as I desire, without fear or reprisals or imprisonment or being accused of disturbing the peace of every day people with my written or illustrated material, is ignored or subject to be denied a person based on the highs and lows of a class system, or lack of adequate representation, meaning common interpretation of its meaning for a functional society; has always inspired me to say something, to do something to change the minds of people and open doors of pleasure once denied to another merely because of the whispered words of the envious or those whom see a black man like me and would deny a woman a taste of my cock for fear I'd stretch her vagina beyond recognition.

You know it got so bad in college and elsewhere in my life, that I could just take a woman out on a date, a woman of fairer skin, and her friends or on lookers would be so amused by the interaction for a while, encouraging the change and I could have been the perfect gentlemen and not take what was offered, and it would have been assumed as I drive her home, that she was plucked and of no good to anyone else after.

I think of those women at times and hiw hard it must have been to find another lover after me.

Now this occurance is not solely attributed to white women. For equally the ebony woman, the Spanish woman, and the Asian have found themselves for years after, we agreed to not see each other any more because of the shock my presence brings to their family and daily life, they seem unabe to come to terms with how to explain how and why they want, what is presented as a taboo fetish.

I've been reflecting a lot on how my life has built me and how it is that I can't agree with anything said on the National Public Radio Stations in regards to interracial, black, white, relations. It's all that is presented here, even the BBC is trying to insinuate the understand the race issues of America and can relate to defending their love for a black man or black woman, for the sex found between the lower class and that of the higher class, and I suppose they can here of such stories and dream those dreams, but for a Southerner, who lives in America and has been north, east, West and all the way to the nether shores of its borders, he still can understand why those who know him would have him arrested for the sexual exploits he would desire to pursue in the privacy of his own universe.