am I the only one: boy george, and racism on the street and at work

Am I the only one:

1. Am I the only black dude that, as a shorty, had a crush on Boy George?  Don’t trip.  I was 10 years old.  I didn’t know much of anything about homosexuality (even though my go to diss at the time was “nigga, you gay!”) and even less about studs cross-dressing.  What I did know was that Boy George’s warm sultry voice riding over the reggae-drenched riddim of 1982’s “Do you Really Want To Hurt Me”  had a little black boy feelin’ all warm and fuzzy and – - yeah….
2. Am I the only 6′4, 265 lb. brotha that gets just a tad affronted, or thinks it’s racist, when a random White person makes steps towards me and asks If I play football or basketball and, as of late, if I fight in the UFC?  This shit happens all the time.  I wouldn’t mind these encounters so much if, every now and then, instead of asking me if I play sports, some random white cat would approach me to ask if I’m a Professor or an Advertising/Marketing Exec. or an Astrophysicist…  I’m sick of it.  The next time some random White homey, young or old, invades my personal space to ask me if I play sports,  I’m gonna stand up tall and straight, chest out, and calmly reply, “No, I don’t play sports.  I’m a field-nigga.  Now get the fuck outta my face.”  Is it just me?
3. As a senior level manager in corporate America, I often get the sneaking suspicion that when my white staff and colleagues ask questions in response to my directives, they do so for no other reason than they hate to take orders from a homeboy – from a brotha.  At times it seems like this is their default knee-jerk response to any directive/suggestion that I put on the table.  Seriously, I could suggest that one of my White team members simply lace up his wing-tips and he – all red faced –  will immediately respond, or push-back with, “Well, why exactly would I do that and where does that sit with our other priorities?”  Am I the only one???

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am i the only one…

Am I the only one that will go to the store on an emergency toilet paper run and grab a few absolutely unecessary odds and ends because, in my mind, I’ve come to believe that If I stand in the checkout line with nothing but toilet paper, people near and around me will undoubtedly be thinking to themselves, “Ewwww, the only reason this dude is here is because he has to shit real bad…”  I couldn’t bear the shame of it…

Is it just me?