Listen, I get it. My curves are a bit more exaggerated. My lips are naturally more full. My voice is unabashedly louder. And my skin is much darker and, well, thicker.
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In fact, when I first set out to meet his white, British family, I asked if he had told them I was black. I was also nervous about introducing him to my Somali-Yemeni family. But as it turned out, both our families have welcomed and supported our relationship. I can almost see the disappointment radiating off people who find out that my partner is white. But many of these stories have provoked strong reactions from audiences critical of characters of color having white love interests.
First, some history: When I was a child, watching my pops get ready to go out was something to behold. He would spend hours preparing his mask every morning for whatever crowd, person or community he faced. Even years later, my pops still took longer to get ready than my mother and sister combined, delicately taking a black Sharpie to any stray grays that might pop up in his goatee. My pops would explain that as a young man in the Dominican Republic, you had to work so hard perfecting yourself, preparing your mask, so that when a young European or American woman came through, she might choose you, as he would put it, might take you home with her, like that was your only way out.