Predators

My older sister, now in her early seventies, which was about the last time she enjoyed a new idea, in the early 70s, possibly earlier, I would guess... She moved to white middle-class Republican Texas, with aging Texas sized unresolved adolescent issues, not too long after dropping out of Bob Jones University, southern capital of all-white evangelical anti-Christian racism, which had fallen prey to unfiltered privilege of Republican Pharisees, BadNews for all non-white non-straight polycultural ecofeminist Aliens, therefore not authentically heterosexual white Jesus lovers, or something patriarchal like that. Anyway, a few years ago I let her know I had recently been invaded, not by a goodnews Hetero-Revival, but by HIVirus. HI! I'm Positive. Don't pass it on. Keep me to your loser self. She emailed me back: How do you feel about your choices now? A few years later a hurricane went through Texas and her gated community flooded resulting in new front porch vistas of alligators or crocodiles or whatever Texans have down there, besides angry straight white privileged Republicans and Johnson Democrats of suspicious color and green ecopolitical WinWin persuasions, swimming upstream hunting for white-meat prey. I emailed my sister back, How do you feel about your choices now? Have not yet heard back.