I'm dead ass a coal burner but for indians. A curry burner, if you will. I want a fobby sanjay with an accent as thick as molasses that smells like he rolled around in a bowl of allspice to make me his bitch and serve him like a king. Unironically. I get turned on when an indian guy here on a visa illegally working an under the table job at an indian takeout place calls me 'buddy'. It gets me hot and bothered when I can smell the body odor of a 7-eleven cashier from behind the counter. I wanna dig my face in an indian guy's armpits and breath in the scent of his sweat and the curry he ate for lunch. I wanna rub an indian guy's potbelly as he bobs his head side to side and speaks in a language I don't even know the name of. I want an indian guy to stare me down and grope me on a train. I wanna fuck an indian guy until I smell like tikka massala. Bruh you have no idea how dead serious I am right now.