Black Cat Journal

i am a mutt. a mix of heritage. no pureblood. no inbreeding. no papers to prove the purity of my lineage. no awards for best in show. no breeders trophies. no entourage. i am a mutt. a spicy blend of rice and yellow curry. of cilantro and mint. garlic and ginger.

the asian flavors are predominate. but there is an underlying hint of something else. a subtle layer of sea salt and olive oil. of cod and fennel. of sun warmed grasses and breeze kissed grapes. a backdrop of cumin and chocolate dances along, keeping time with the other flavors of my blood. ancho, pasilla, adobo, and cinnamon. masa and tomatillo.

i am a mutt.

i am black rice and coconut milk. black beans and roasted corn. kalamata and feta cheese. i am tropical fruit and olive oil. chocolate and chili peppers. mole and sesame seeds. coffee and honey. i am sweet walnuts and lemon peel. i am a mutt.

i look at other peoples faces and i think that i would like to be them. in their anglo way. with big blue eyes. easy to tend corn-silk hair. heart shaped faces with eyes like manga. rosebud lips and milky skin that blushes so prettily. they are tall with no embarrassing curves. no amount of flesh straining to be let go, pushing on the restricting fabric of morality. clothes fit. dresses are tailored to the lack of genetic coding which creates child bearing hips and asses that sway like coconut palms in the breeze.

they can buy outfits off a mannequin with no worries. they don’t need to buy two separate sizes. my rib cage is large. i believe that i was genetically engineered as a human pack animal. sturdy and steady. he says i have an hourglass shape. i laugh and say it’s more of an oven timer, boxy and bulky. but even so, if this frame is what he loves, and what i am used to, why would i change?

if being who i am means i have to shop for my ass and my breasts separately, fine. if i have to take into account the fact that i will more likely than not have to tailor my pants by at least two inches, so be it. i would not give up my quirks of being a mutt if it meant i would have to loose my mystique or more importantly, my flavors.

you can keep your well defined cheekbones, your pure coloring, your easy to manage hair and electric eyes. i have tamales, spring rolls, curry, lamb with garlic and mint, i have baklava, enchiladas, mole, mangos and sticky rice. i have coconut milk, chocolate, rose petals, corn meal, lemons, pineapples. i have all the flavors of the world.

i am a mutt.

and i wouldn’t change a thing.