"Your parents are really okay with you dating black guys?" I'm almost repulsed every time someone asks me this question. It is 2017 first of all, secondly, why would anyone let alone my own parents mind that I date black men?
I have dated men of color my entire life. But they were all so much more than the color of their skin. They were sweet, kind, caring, and amazing individuals who touched my life each in their own way (okay maybe one or two don't deserve that much credit but you get my point). But to only notice, the color of their skin in comparison to mine is what is wrong here. You're asking me if my parents approve of a man who looks different. You look at us a little longer when we walk in the mall hand and hand. You whisper while we have dinner. This article is to all of you..
I'm sorry for you that you can't open your eyes and heart to love the way we can. I'll never understand why you dislike it so much that I am happily in love with a man who just happens to be a different color than me but I wouldn't change that for anything in the world. When you asked me questions, the dirty looks, or whisper in my direction, of course, it used to make me uncomfortable but did I stop dating outside my race? No. And will I? No.
Dating outside my race has taught me so many things both about myself and about other cultures. I've learned everything from food, skin care, even hair is some what different in every race. I'm even still learning, just the other day I learned that a perm will do different things to my hair than it would my boyfriend's sister hair. I have learned to cook different meals and that I'm not a fan of rice in any form. I've learned that although I mean not necessarily be competitive I won't give up when we're arguing about sports. Most importantly I've learned that love goes past what we look like on the outside but it is so much more about what is on the inside that matters most.
The love shared between me and my man compared to you and yours is no different. He still makes me happy. He still makes me angry at times. He still makes me laugh. And he still makes me fall in love every day. I hope one day you're able to accept the love we share..
I'm not at all asking you to be color blind, but I'm asking for you to accept that I love a black man. Thankfully I am growing older in an era where love is slowly but surely having no gender or color.
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