Disclaimer: I do not endorse any of the nationalist beliefs mentioned below.


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Today I found out that my ex – the only guy I’ve ever dated before Mark – had died 3 years ago. Richard & I went out for a whopping 2 weeks and I was shocked to find out he was discovered dead on the streets of NYC & had been robbed – unclear in which succession.

It’s one of those awkward situations where you don’t know whether to laugh or cry. On one hand, the person you once knew is no longer here. On the other, Richard was a racist, a white supremacist & an ultimate fuckup – and I mean this in the sincerest way possible, with no trace of exaggeration.

I didn’t exactly gather what he was when we first met. He was in a Viking metal band and resided in a converted bell tower apartment (an actual church) in Carrol Gardens, which in and of itself made him an interesting date. He was surprisingly well-versed in Norse mythology and even humored my at-the-time conviction I was a Viking. He seemed cheery and always in good spirits & his friends were fascinated with my pale complexion and long red hair. And then strange things began to happen. On our second date, Richard presented me with a black metal mixtape and made me watch a snuff film. He tried to make out with me but I was too distracted by the satanic goat skull protruding from the wall. We fought over whether white women should really only marry white males to preserve the “glorious white race” (take a wild guess which side of the argument he was on!).

When Richard invited me to a NSBM party (women got in for free because apparently it’s hard to convince girls to partake in these things), I knew I had to call it quits. Not that I believed these guys were capable of actually doing anything evil – they were too busy collecting obscure vinyls & talking about running around the forest with an axe and white paint all over their face – but I strongly disagreed with their convictions. He seemed mildly daunted by the breakup; luckily his trusty WWI memorabilia kept him company. We went our separate ways and barely saw each other for many years to come. I believe his last words to me were, “Xena, you are living in a man’s world.” Did I mention he was a chauvinist too?

I don’t know if I could say Richard will be missed as I didn’t know him all that well, but he will certainly be remembered. Just like everyone else, I believe I encountered him for a reason. If nothing else, the man was a non-stop comic relief for us for years. Never had I met someone so outlandishly intolerant, stubborn to the point of naivety & so blindly devoted to possibly the most worthless cause on the planet!!! His mere existence proves that the spirit of prejudice, bigotry & racism is still alive & well in the heart of one the most progressive cities in the world. Next time I drive by a bell tower, I’ll picture Rich sitting up there cradling an AK47 with a nazi helmet on his dopy head.

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