First world problems. I tell you.

Those of us who haven’t wandered third world streets haven’t a clue about what it means to HAVE to find a reason to make it to the next day.

I’m talking hunger, abuse, shoelessness, sexploitation, inventiveness, addiction, sleeping in a cloud of smog, feel free to add to the list, fellow third worlders. Gender questions simply do not arise. Why? Poverty is all-inclusive. And a bond.

You think deprivations allow poor people to dwell on niceties of categories of sexuality? No one cares. If there’s one thing I see on broken streets of Pakistan is an absence of hate. For the ‘other.’ Unlike America.

No one frowns and sneers at you or writes outraged comments in neighborhood newsletters if you roll down a car window to help a beggar. Unlike america which has mostly emptied its heart out.

Mine is kinda broken to see america devolve into fascism.