I recently got into a interesting conversation with a few White women I know, who happen to date Black or minority men, and it really highlighted a need to explore the complexities of such unions in greater depth. Though I do support the right to love anyone, regardless of color (or gender/gender identity), I also… READ MORE »
Kim Kardashian’s derriere has cause quite the stir online with the release of her Paper magazine cover, mostly invoking discussions about the “realness” of the posterior or the likelihood that the greased asset has been Photoshopped. While consumers mull over these trivialities, I’d rather talk about how the great machine of America’s racism… READ MORE »
“My mother said ‘I told you!’ She always thought—I hate this, but I’m being honest! She said, ‘I always knew you were gonna marry a white girl!’ It was a trip because [when Idina] took me home, her dad came out and I was like, ‘Ok, well take off that hood then and let’s see.’ READ MORE »
My boyfriend has a messy red beard and blond hair. He cooks me vegetarian meals just to make me happy. He takes his glasses off when he dances, and he can usually be found cutting a rug to dance hall or reggae. He was the Hamburglar for Halloween last year. When we’re out, he holds… READ MORE »
When it came to dating, my parents had two rules. The first involved age — no going on dates until I turned 16. The second was about sex — no boys allowed in my bedroom.
Those two rules were easy to abide by. The only boys that ever saw where I slept were… READ MORE »
“My parents are racist,” my Filipino boyfriend Edward said, sounding defeated.
My heart made a sudden jolt and then quieted down in my chest. I knew there was something off about this man. Our six-month relationship had been bliss—he was funny, whip smart, and, well, perfect. His quips matched mine and what he lacked… READ MORE »