new level of being non-judgmental

Real life dinner conversation tonight:

Me : She's a lesbian
X : No, she's not
Me : She has a girlfriend
X : For someone who believes in tolerance, you're pretty judgmental
Me : Whaddayamean? That she's experimenting?
X : Of course. You cannot say a girl who has a girlfriend is a lesbian. Because, you'll never know.
Me : Errr...

grey hunts

Pouring and roaring. The glistening street is now grey and clandestine. It roars in shriek, choked by their asphalt droplets. Demonstration flags are now damp, voices are low and vamped. Yesterday I inhaled black monoxide from an Isuzu Panther. For god’s sake, if you’re rich enough to buy a car, why do you even buy a dirty Panther? Yesterday, I inhaled urine smell. So vaporous it floated. I breathed with heatwaves from bridge to bridge. I listened to tired guitar songs from a daughter in a bus. My eyes were fed with orange peels littered by a man. The country is doomed. It crucifixes our senses with garbage. But then, when you have money, like how I did last night, I inhaled the aroma of frozen irish mochacino with shaved bland chocolate. I fed my ears with beautiful love story from the key-smith man. It was so transcendent, he said, comfort is an understatement. Street as a common product is now stale, air does not do us fair. But stories are told and we absorb, then buds of little joy unfold.