For Grok Nation, I wrote about being a black woman married to a white man. Surprisingly, we haven’t dealt with a lot of hate, but that doesn’t mean we’re safe from a lot of weirdness.
I’ve crushed on a lot of white boys. My hometown’s population is roughly 50 percent white, so on the one hand, I didn’t have much choice. On the other, white was what I attracted. My favorite band in high school was Sum 41 and on more than one occasion, I wore Avril Lavigne-style skinny ties. Who do you think was knocking at my door?
But for some reason, people had Opinions™ about who I should be attracted to. And by people, I mean my family—particularly my mom, who once heavily implied that I should “marry my own kind.”
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