Dating in issue outside race still today

Our family is a classic case of women and the black men who left them versus the white men who stayed.I remember being 6 and slapping my white uncle in the face to figure out why his face turned bloodred.It felt too ironic; the first black man who I dated had left me in exactly the way that I feared.He had grown tired of letting me pretend, I realized.

These were the days that he learned how to hold me when I cried.Half of my mother’s four sisters are married to white men.My cousins can be split into two groups: Ones who grew up with weaves and skin lighteners and ones who needed sunscreen and haircuts.I had stopped knowing who to count out at parties or open bars, and so I winged it.I found myself on a first date with a guy who was born and raised in Yonkers, with a family from El Salvador.

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