While scrolling through my Facebook newsfeed, I came across a link to a Gawker article that one of my friends reposted.
I have my own unique experiences and some of them include having dated women who are white, but because interracial dating is such a historically tense and loaded subject, it's hardly ever looked at with any understanding or compassion for the people personally involved.
The concept of a black man in a relationship with a white woman is a "thing" that people have an opinion on...
When you look at the role models of my youth, the people and products the media put forth and said, “This is beauty personified,” you’ll notice a distinct theme: Barbie, Britney Spears, Polly Pocket, Sailor Moon, Mandy Moore, Mary Kate and Ashley — all white.
I was fully submerged, I mean genuinely immersed, in a culture where people like me weren’t valued as beautiful, so much so that I remember wishing the thick, coarse hair on my American Girl doll, Addy, was straighter and “prettier,” like that of my other dolls.
I was fully aware that he had blond hair and blue eyes when I met him, obviously, but I didn't really understand what that meant until years later.
One of the most difficult parts about being in an interracial relationship is the fact that I started to question things I never I questioned before.
We are all members of this collective community living on Earth, and we all need to start being honest with ourselves.
What does it mean to be uncomfortable about interracial dating in 2014? Why are so many people advocating a "stay with your own race" mentality?
One of my favorite things to do was to play with his hair.
He would lie with his head in my lap, and I would run my fingers through the blond strands.
I started thinking about the media and asking myself what qualities I was actually attracted to in a man, specifically my boyfriend, versus what qualities I'd been taught to find attractive.