unlikely friends

“I want you to see the Sea Eagle, Flan! This is your spirit animal!”

Shre is Indian, the Asian kind, so I didn’t correct him, but, rest assured, I know white people shouldn’t appropriate that phrase.

“Oh yeah? Why?”

“Nobody can fuck with her. She’s fierce. She flies so high, so easily, and gracefully, and she’s most beautiful to watch when she’s flying against the wind.”

Shre’s first words to me, less than 48 hours earlier, were “Not all men!” so it’s amazing he survived at all, let alone became a fast friend. He piped up during an unwanted interaction with a misogynist twice his age at the next table, who later told me I look bad in photographs, and that I’m not pretty enough to rape.