“Oh, Jesus, another girl/white that is asian few,” I groan, dropping my fiancé’s hand.
He hates it when I do that. Therefore do We, actually. I’m sure it is unkind and self-loathing, but everytime We see another handful of our makeup that is racial small eleme personallynt of me sinks. We inhabit san francisco bay area, which means this dip can be as common once the hills. During these moments, If only we had been whatever else ― that he had been Asian and I were white, that we were exquisitely ambiguous races, or that I could sink like my feelings into the sidewalk, be a little worm, and date whomever I want without considering social perception that he were my gay best friend or we were startup co-founders. Continue Reading I Am An Asian Woman Engaged To A White Man Plus, Genuinely, I Am Struggling With That