I almost never mention it to women. It seems an odd conflict; on the one hand, social media proves that contact with certain types of white women can ruin your day, if not your life. All I can say at this point in time, as a solo writer putting one word after another, is a feeling: intense isolation, vulnerability, the wariness that comes from needing to trust in order to continue with our lives, yet having that trust broken time and again. In one, I dealt with a white male creative, and, when he left, I was assigned to someone else, a white woman. The interventions of other students saved my professional reputation, but I lost the job anyway. I was young and eager to change the world.