MOVING ON

My friend's mother asked: "Why are there so many blacks here?" as we were taking the subway ride to one of our destinations during their most recent, first time tour here in New York city with someone they knew back from the Philippines. Well, I'm far from being baffled actually why there are so many dark skinned people here in NYC. I myself is colored skinned, being lovely browned skinned and getting always noticed, and positively remarked for it. Perhaps, it's just the way some people look down at some people who look differently than they are. My friend, with his Mom, being Filipino Chinese themselves just couldn't helped themselves getting overwhelmed with the diversity, the richness of the experience of seeing, actually seeing ordinarily looking, yet magnificently attired people (by virtue of their attitude) of different skin colors here in NYC, most especially in the subway. They actually refused to take the subway initially, as they have heard bad thing

From St Barts' monthly Gay and Lesbian Fellowship, I decided I should go home right away. I soon found myself in the subway station. I saw that it was empty, dank smelling as usual, & except for myself and a homeless fellow who was standing towards the front of the station, waiting for things to happen, the station looked scary. The homeless fellow's body looked bent, given his tall, large frame, and I thought he must have not taken a bath for over a month. Looking for some signs of company, and with no train arriving or departing whatsoever, I realized how this empty station can bring about images of getting violently struck somewhere in the city, for no apparent reason. But reason crept in fast, and I kept myself from being anxious. The homeless fellow looked surprised as well, as we were alone for over 7 minutes in the station. I figured out that I can easily outrun him, in case he turns violent against me, as I walked and got myself seated in the benches in the middle o