I lived that feeling as the token black girl in my West Texas hometown’s elite circles. I am a woman who grew up with a “Love is Colorblind” figurine in her room, for goodness sake!
The fear of feeling that way within a relationship also blinded me to possibility. When it comes to life experiences and interests, I likely have more in common with white men than black.
In it, there is an imagined scene where Michelle asks why Barack ended things with his college girlfriend, who was white.
His response is something along the lines of: I get that.
However, don't expect her to have a home-cooked meal every night for you, and don't expect her to clean up after you. Most Latin countries teach their women to cook, clean and look after the men and children.
Is it too much to ask for her man to help out every once in a while?
Black men are my preference, followed closely by other people of the sun.
One is named after Nathan Bedford Forrest, a lieutenant general in the Confederate Army. Both are men I would trust to raise and protect my son should the need arise. Or wonder whether Justin Timberlake’s prowess on the dance floor translated into, well, other areas. It was not a hard-and-fast rule, as in: I don’t date white guys.
Latinas are by far the hungriest women I have come across, and this also applies to my own eating habits.
If you want to impress a Latina, be prepared to come with an empty stomach everywhere you go, especially if you ever get to meet her grandmother.
Men of character, wit and charisma, alongside whom I have spent some of the best times of my life. East and South Asians, Persians, Arabs, Native Americans, Polynesians — all options as far as I was concerned. Then came the night my girlfriend jokingly called me a racist after I rejected a list of possible options, including her brilliant and cute brother, because they just were “not my type,” my longtime code for “melanin-deficient.” We laughed about it. I pride myself on being open and accepting people at face value, yet, consciously or not, I was writing off millions of single and potentially interesting American men simply because they were white.
Yet, until recently, I did not consider white men as romantic prospects. Meanwhile, my social circle is full of black women married to or dating white men.