Nightmare

[garagenc]

In the nightmare I found myself nude in bed. I was looking
> at a mirror on
>the ceiling and I discovered that I am a Negro...and I'm circumcised!
>
>Quickly I sat up, found my pants, looked in the pockets to find my
>driver's license photo and it was that same color; Black.
>
>I felt myself being very depressed, downcast and sitting in a chair.
>
>But it's a wheelchair!
>
>That means, of course, besides being black and ***ish, I'm also disabled!
>
>I said to myself, aloud, “This is impossible. It's impossible that I
>should be black and ***ish and disabled.”
>
>”It's the pure and holy truth”, whispers someone from behind me.
>
>I turn around and it's my boyfriend.
>
>Just what I needed!
>
>I am a homosexual, and on top of that, I have a Mexican boyfriend.
>
>Oh, my God; black, ***ish, disabled, gay with a Mexican boyfriend, a
>drug
>addict and HIV-positive!
>
>Desperate, I begin to shout, cry and pull my hair…Oh, noooooo...I'm bald!
>
>The telephone rings.
>
>It's my brother.
>
>He is saying, “Since mom and dad died, the only thing you do is hang
>out,
>take drugs, and hang around all day doing nothing. Get a job you
>worthless piece of crap... ANY JOB!”
>
>Mom? Dad?
> Nooooooooo... Now I'm also an unemployed orphan!
>
>I try to explain to my brother how hard it is to find a job when you
> are
>black, ***ish, disabled, gay with a Mexican boyfriend; a drug addict,
>HIV
>positive, bald, and an orphan.
>
>But he doesn't get it.
>
>Frustrated, I hang up.
>
>It's then I realize I only have one hand!
>
>With tears in my eyes I go to the window to look out.
>
>I see I live in a shanty-town full of cardboard and tin houses! There
>is
>trash everywhere.
>
>Suddenly I feel a sharp pain near my pacemaker. Pacemaker?
>
>Besides being black, ***ish, disabled, a fairy with a Mexican boyfriend,
>a drug addict, HIV positive, bald, orphaned, unemployed, an invalid with
>one hand and have a bad heart, I live in a crappy neighborhood.
>
>At that very moment my boyfriend approaches and says to me, “Sweetie
>pie,
>my love, my little black heart throb, have you decided what you are going
>to wear to Washington , D.C. to see Obama?”
>
>Say it isn't so! I can handle being a black, disabled, one armed, drug
>addicted, ***ish homosexual on a pacemaker who is HIV positive, bald,
>orphaned, unemployed and who lives in a slum with a Mexican boyfriend,
>but please, oh dear God, please don't tell me I'm a Democrat too.
>