It’s frustrating to feel constantly challenged on something that shouldn’t matter to anyone but me.People aren’t going to ask me why I date men, so why should they ask me why I date ?We are ensuring that it doesn't happen again in the near future. I’m not sure why but there’s just something funny about possums to non-hillbillies. Well, I don’t know what you think about possums but us hillbillies takes ’em serious.It doesn’t hurt that they know how to party and are typically specimens of physical perfection either.Here we go behind the big trucks, big guns, and bravado to explore what really makes country boys special. I mean, he’s not wrapped around my finger and I don’t have my every whim catered to by him, but I know he would do whatever he could for me. That’s someone that hates their own race and might possibly swap out for another one, right?We’ve had our differences, like any parent and child will, but I love him and he loves me. Actually, I’ve had no problems being White…quite the contrary, admittedly. They’ve received a false impression of me that won’t be altered, so it’s best just to move on.
We always have possum less than three days out of the week at my house.
Most of the cowboys were wearing very garish chaps, like neon green and orange. In fact, Jake radiated such optimism and old-school gentlemanliness that Jessie impulsively ditched Manhattan for an authentic existence, and an authentic man.
And Jessie suddenly found herself blindsided by something with which she was painfully unfamiliar: a genuinely lovable disposition.
Once I was in Brooklyn and a guy from Staten Island asked me if it were true that “you people” eat possums.
He was dead serious, I suppose he learned all about hillbillies from watching television, he had never been out of New York.