MLK Day, Then and Now
Why isn’t he bothering any of the male volunteers?
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Read MoreWith shaking hands, I unwrapped a cheerful turquoise suit made of a modest swim skirt and a triangle top. It was cut so low I hoped to achieve “orbs of distraction,” that would deter attention from the less desirable parts of my body.
Read More“On your left!”
I startle at the aggressive shout. Spandex cyborgs whiz past me on gleaming carbon bicycles, their draft almost knocking me over.
Read MoreFear froze me into full-blown rigormortis. I was so shocked and scared I couldn’t do anything.
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