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But she wasn't going to let that stop her from being with her soulmate.
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That's what my dad asked when I told him I had found the one. He was only half-joking. I think. I'm currently in a long-distance relationship with a girl of Caucasian descent, otherwise known as a vella pettai. We consistently have issues that we need to work around.
Data analysts over at Facebook have been combing through our Facebook profiles to compile a report about love and religion. And their overriding conclusion is that few of us are involved in interfaith...
It's impossible for me to be invisible in Harlem. I'm not just me; I stand for something. "They even come up here now," a guy said to my face with disdain. I'm a they; some kind of collective face. I feel strangely protected in my conspicuousness, but that might be an illusion. But I'm not the only white woman in Harlem, of course.
I jokingly consider myself to be the first, last, and only incidence resulting from a Jamaican-Slovenian union. There is nothing I find particularly unappealing about non-white guys. But there is something I've always found especially alluring about white guys. When I explained this to someone he suggested that maybe I harboured some feelings of self-hatred that I needed to address...
Do not use stereotypes to appear knowledgeable about your beloved's race. Obviously, a difference in race does exist and there is nothing wrong with acknowledging these differences, but you don't need to live in the land of labels.