I try to explain to Malcolm X that I'm not a gold digger, but I that speak in defense of women who are.  Men are allowed to use women for sex but women aren't allowed to use men for their money.  That's not fair.  So he forces me to get married.  I say I would rather be independent.  He says I told you so.  He says ok then!  As in worry about yourself.  I'm a feminist so I worry about other women.  

Malcolm X is following me everywhere.  He's breathing down my neck.  He's interrogating me about my religion.  He keeps interrupting me.  He says he doesn't respect me.  I think he doesn't respect me because I'm different.  We're watching feminist porn.  He says what's the difference between that and regular porn.  I try to explain to him that for one thing with feminist porn the women are the producers and more importantly they have orgasms whereas in regular porn the women are faking it.…