I met my current boyfriend the next night, and he we are, still together five years later.
Still, I would never ever say that being in an interracial relationship has been easy.
I started thinking about the media and asking myself what qualities I was actually attracted to in a man, specifically my boyfriend, versus what qualities I'd been taught to find attractive.
Part of me used to envy how soft, straight, and blond his hair was.
I couldn't stop repeating the first part of the Clutch headline over and over again in my head. She wrote in a Huffington Post blog late last year: It is the same sharp tug of disappointment that gets me every time I see a black man with a white woman on his arm.
Try as I might to suppress the reaction, I experience black men's choice of white women as a personal rejection of the group in which I am a part, of African American women as a whole, who have always been devalued in this society.
I have my own unique experiences and some of them include having dated women who are white, but because interracial dating is such a historically tense and loaded subject, it's hardly ever looked at with any understanding or compassion for the people personally involved.
The concept of a black man in a relationship with a white woman is a "thing" that people have an opinion on...
I was fully submerged, I mean genuinely immersed, in a culture where people like me weren’t valued as beautiful, so much so that I remember wishing the thick, coarse hair on my American Girl doll, Addy, was straighter and “prettier,” like that of my other dolls.I went to a predominantly white high school where I was one of maybe five black kids.I grew up thinking that because I looked different, I somehow wasn't good enough.I was fully aware that he had blond hair and blue eyes when I met him, obviously, but I didn't really understand what that meant until years later.One of the most difficult parts about being in an interracial relationship is the fact that I started to question things I never I questioned before.