The Braille Menu Conspiracy

Mood: Feeling like an archaeologist of breakfast foods. Also, smug. If a wealthy racialized friend asks me to dinner—I say yes because I am poor and I need all the luxuries I can get. My country hates artists more than cockroaches, so I have no poverty pride at all when someone far wealthier than I says he will pay for me to go out with him and eat with him. It began like this. A wealthy porn…