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Ii do not walk with alienation everywhere I go in the world. I have been to small taverns in rural Ohio, big city bars, San Francisco bath houses, and in all these have felt welcome and happy. But walking through that sunglassed throng, I felt like a Martian. I didn’t hate the feeling – indeed, being a black woman in the academy, it wasn’t new to me – but it was interesting. I kept wondering: where is the performance? When will the performance start? Is this the performance – me walking through this space without sunglasses with all these Nordic quasi-hipster white people in multi-colored, motorcycle cop sunglasses?
