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My Facebook feed was inundated with daily injustice, and I honestly tried to log off.
Goodness is not binary, and Black men are still beautiful. And I’m excited.” Hot & Bloody Summer It was a violent year in America.
Q: My husband doesn’t like seeing White men with Black women, although he dated an Asian woman for a few years. A: Because we want to self-subject for experimentation?
Q: If you ‘gon date a White man, make sure he has a trust fund. You date men in their 40s without checking accounts.
” This statement was made by a young black man after my white friend expressed his interest in dating black women.
That both a blessing and a curse, because there’s so many great looking people, folks are always on the hunt to upgrade. Drew was there on moving day, lugging the heaviest furniture as family looked on. I wrote him a poem to read when he woke up, then left. I’ve been called nigger, been a petting zoo, and been harassed by the police. This racial separation is what the enemy wants, I thought to myself. That week, Drew and I went to a Braves game, and had to walk through “the hood” at night to get back to my home. The date ended with an impressive kiss (we made out). Because after leaving a “good” job, moving to a new state and leaving behind people who love me, switching my spacious waterfront apartment for my aunt’s back bedroom/office, and getting a part-time holiday job at Nordstrom just to keep gas in my Honda, I’d ‘bout maximized my fears and delighted in an opportunity for some revelry. I moved into a beautiful and spacious loft with a couple I’d met some weeks before. You can’t love me." "I don’t have to know you, to feel you." The morning after, I had an early meeting at work and left him to sleep until I returned. The morning was cold and bright; the sun was on his cheek. I smiled to myself, thinking that life was finally turning around — back in my own place again, with a new handsome gentleman — and headed off to what could be a new career. Thus, while I was indeed really Black, I still wasn’t quite Black enough. It’s true that I grew up as a black girl child in the American South, and had defining experiences with racism. One friend posted that she would never again sit with her back to a White man. I was struggling with opinions, which I now know to be cultural ignorance disguised as truth, bolstered by popularity. As I detailed this new struggle with my Love, he offered this, “If loving you gives other people the opportunity to grow, then I welcome it.