My boyfriend gets queasy every time I drag him across the state line into Mississippi. I mean, I’m sure that his own childhood was filled with Bronx versions of rednecks and racism, but I guess all the Confederate flags and seersucker and sultriness of Mississippi give it its own repressive, conservative character.
I sympathize with Jonno. Were I in his shoes, I’d probably feel the same sense of trepidation. But he could have it worse–I could be suggesting roadtrips to Skullbonia.
Maybe later.
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