FYI

The KKK and other racists can kiss my ass.

I'm not only a small part Cherokee, I tend to date non-white men due to suffering from a predominantly Caucasian homozygous recessive disorder, so ethnicity is a quick and dirty genetics test dramatically reducing the odds I will -- whoopsie! -- end up pregnant with ANOTHER child with a Dread Disease.

I have it. One of my two sons has it.

Your expectation that I should risk having another such child is unreasonable in the extreme.

Summer 2023

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