There is nothing sexier than kindness buttressed by strength.

This is somewhat inspired by the movie Miss Meadows, which a friend of mine recently insisted I see. It’s a very good movie, about a woman that is one of the kindest, gentlest people you will ever meet. Oh, and also a serial killer.

Even given her murderous ways, she’s a very likable character. Like Dexter, she only kills people that deserve killing. She also wields a tiny little purse gun that looks very similar to my late grandmother’s piece, which I find endearing.

I write this because people seem to have a tendency to confuse kindness with weakness; as well as not appreciate kindness.

I’ve spent most of my life in Baltimore and New York City. Neither place is known for people being kind. To put “not kind” in perspective, this was my morning in Baltimore. I decided to go for a jog after I woke up. I ran down to the waterfront, which is my normal route. I took photos of all those weird blue and black flags that I’m kind of sure are racist, as well as a house openly flying a Confederate flag, which I’m very sure is racist. Then some cunt in 90’s era Mustang intentionally swerved into a puddle to splash me with stagnant water, then slowed down and opened his window just to call me a faggot.

It’s nice that he took time out of his busy day to do that. I very much wish I had had Miss Meadows’ purse gun just so I could shoot out the shit-bird’s rear window and do a couple thousand dollars of damage by poking some holes in his crap car.

Compare this to kind, compassionate people. Currently, I have two very kind people helping me with attaining both employment and housing in the City. The amount of respect and appreciation I feel for you, I cannot overstate.