I remember being 6 and slapping my white uncle in the face to figure out why his face turned bloodred.
I wondered how men with such delicate bodies seemed to be the only ones who could endure the storm. We bought crop tops, tight jeans, and earrings so big that they touched our shoulders.
When my cousin on the all-black side birthed a baby girl whose father had become abusive, we took a long ride to a shopping mall. On the ride home we were quiet and I decided I would never date a black man as long as my feet touched this earth.
It lands both parties in completely different events.Don't let the title fool you: Pairing happens in all ways... Even this insanely divisive period we're going through in the United States can't reverse the interracial relationship advances that are surely here to stay.Black women and white men aren't the only diverse duo out there, but it's something to chat about if you've ever been in that type of relationship.The year before I graduated college, black boys started dying on TV: Trayvon Martin, then Eric Garner, then Michael Brown, then Tamir Rice.There was something about watching a black boy murdered from the comfort of my home that made me want to go out and love a black man as hard as I could, as though somehow it could resurrect the child in him.