I don't believe you when you say you just listened to a genre of music in your small hick town and you just ignored R&B, Rap, Hip Hop, House, and anything that's Afro adjacent including Jazz. I don't. I don't believe you when you say this when we're talking about Stevie Wonder. I don't believe anything on what you say when you say that tired ol excuse.

I lived in fucking Spring, Texas. Do you know how much country I had fucking HEAR in ear shot? I didn't write it off as just Country Music, I took note of it. Blake Shelton. Kenney Cheesney. Toby Keith. Tim Mcgraw. FUCKING RASCAL FLATTS.

You probably didn't listen to it because it's not your scene and you just didn't care until it was time to care about black music when it became impossible to ignore. That's fine. I am okay with the idea that you, a white person who has pronouns that are (it/its) in michigan of all places you had to make your own space.

That's legit fine. The white guy who works at my job who works in a cubicle doesn't fuck with rap because he's from Ohio who wears cowboy boots, belt buckles that has rodeo on it. That's fine.

I am okay with that. It doesn't shock me in the slightest. It doesn't offend me, it offends me that you as my friend, someone who I play DND is going to lie to me about who you are as if I couldn't handle it due to my own sensibilities.