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Straight White Girls: A Welcoming

... afternoons and so forth.” “Sounds like fun,” Janet smiled. The redheaded maid returned with a tray with coffee and biscuits. “How do you like your coffee, Tamara?” Janet asked. “It's Mrs. Adler,” Tamara corrected, before saying, “Just black please.” “A very good choice, Tamara,” Janet smiled, ignoring the white woman's early correction and playing on her coffee preference which would soon be her sexual cunt munching preference. “Barbie, please pour my guest her coffee?” Janet ordered. “Of course, Mistress,” the redheaded maid agreed, pouring a cup of black coffee. Tamara couldn't believe the maid's name was Barbie. Returning to the conversation, Janet said, “So it sounds like you ladies have a lot of fun.” Tamara, realizing she had told her too much, not wanting the black woman to actually think she could be a part of this female society, said, “Oh, it is pretty bland most of the time.” “Oh, I bet I can liven it up with a bit of color,” Janet quipped, playfully. Tamara warned, deciding it was time, “I suggest you be careful. There is a long history here.” “How so?” Janet asked, wanting to hear Tamara say it. Tamara sighed, not wanting to speak about the elephant in the room. “It's just some people here are still living in the past.” “You mean because I'm black,” Janet asked bluntly. “Yes,” Tamara admitted. “Some here are quite unhappy that you have moved into our community.” “Well that is disappointing,” Janet said, before asking, her tone implying disappointment, “Are you ...

... one of those?” Tamara stammered suddenly feeling uncomfortable, “N-n-no.” “You sure?” Janet asked. Tamara couldn't believe this woman, this black woman, would dare speak to question her so rudely. “This is ridiculous.” “What is ridiculous is white women thinking they are better than other races,” Janet said. “I don't think that,” Tamara said, even though that was what she had always thought, yet until now she had never spent this much time face to face with a woman of colour who wasn’t a servant of hers or a friends. “Is that so?” Janet asked. “Yes,” Tamara said, trying to stand firm. “Do you have maids?” Janet questioned. “Of course,” Tamara answered. “Are they white?” Janet asked. “No,” Tamara admitted. “Why not?” Janet asked. “Because that is not how the social hierarchy works?” Tamara boldly answered, wanting to make it clear how this white community ran. “And how does it work?” Janet asked. “You know how it works,” Tamara countered, not backing down. “Oh please share, I am just a dumb nigger,” Janet sarcastically said standing up. “Don't put words in my mouth,” Tamara said, standing up too. “You have white maids which makes you just as racist as me.” Janet laughed, attempting to clarify, “My maids are servants to their sin.” “Excuse me?” Tamara asked, the words not making sense. “As you will soon be too,” Janet foreshadowed, as she walked directly to the white woman. “This whole conversation is ridiculous,” Tamara said, as she began to leave. “Stop,” Janet ordered. Tamara ...