Metheshrew
Princess Julia Of Heart
♥Julie Says://♥
Yeah...first time posting. The other night I noticed Metheshrew's siggy and got curious.
This may entertain some of you and others it might be too long but this is somewhat my story.
Skip to the bottom part if you're too lazy to read.
As a child my parents didn't really let me out and socialize with people until I was almost six and a half. So I only knew my parents and close family members. I didn't understand color because my dad's half of the family is Hispanic (as in Spain) and Native American (two different tribes, one of the darker ones and one of the tribes that had white white skin) and my mom's half was Latin (from Mexico but were of the nearly pure European variety) and were also part Native American also (the ones that are like medium toned). So my mom looks almost white and my dad is very dark (as a child if I tanned enough in the summer I could pass for a black person).
Some of my cousin's were part Irish and such so they looked white and some were darker like us (basically until recently we had a lot of races in the family except black and as far as I know Asian).
Eventually when I did start going outside I didn't understand what races were or that the different colors meant different like areas of the world and such.
So to me black, white, Mexican, Hispanic, Asian and stuff were all the same. We all just had different features.
The town where I grew up is mostly white people though or whited out races like Asian people who act white. Eventually I discovered through them and school that races did exist and I just shrugged it off.
When I hit puberty though these two girls used to call me the n word and stuff and I didn't understand. Since I did hit puberty I've been called a lot of racist names, not that I really care but half the time they're calling me the wrong race so I just think of how stupid they are.
But as it starts here, I've always been attracted to white or at least white looking guys. Unfortunately nobody where I lived was willing to date someone with imperfect features or that didn't dress up and do their makeup all the time so I didn't really date all that much.
I stopped going outside because I have a skin disorder that if I'm exposed to sunlight for too long it super dries out my skin and it starts bubbling so I've become lighter over the years.
About two years ago though I met this cute guy (lol my boyfriend now) on Gaia and we hit it off. Long story short we were separated by 1500+ miles and I had decided to come up here to be with him.
When I discussed it with my Aunt she began making racist comments that because its Oregon that white people wouldn't like me and would be racist and that no one would accept our relationship.
Honestly nothing had hurt me more than her saying those types of things.
Most of my family has wanted me to settle down with a Hispanic or Mexican. Because my grandmother believed to keep it within similar races. My cousins who are closer to my age told me not to listen. Our generation has been branching out into dating different races and have been quite happy once we find the person we click with.
The problem is though that even my own dad doesn't like the fact I'm dating someone white (my mom could care less because she's been everywhere already.) And growing up in my family (we're not actually racist mind you) we make racial jokes about every race. We apologize if we offend anyone but basically we just trade off jokes about that sort of thing, it can be an ice breaker.
Blegh so spazzy about writing this but in short
Native American/Hispanic/Latina dating a White (of several white races but still) boy.
This disturbs people for some reason and I can't understand why.
♥ Julie
I was actually just in Oregon (we were passing through on our way to Seattle). I don't remember running into any racist people. In fact, people were actually pretty nice. When we stopped in Grants Pass we didn't see a lot of people of color, but no one seemed to be bothered by our skin color or the fact that my mother is white. It just goes to show that you can't believe what anyone says until you experience something yourself.
As for your aunt, sometimes people who are used to things going a certain way get a little uncomfortable when things don't go as planned. My mother grew up in Gettysburg PA. My grandmother was a racist, or at least she thought she was. She didn't approve of my dad at first, but then she grew to love him. It turned out that she wasn't really racist at all. She just wasn't used to someone in the family dating someone who wasn't white. When you grow up in a small town like Gettysburg, I think it's a little harder to realize that people who look different are really no more different than you are. Now, the last time we visited Gettysburg we were greeted by A LOT of stares, and they were not nice stares. I was very uncomfortable at first, but then I realized they were just like my grandma. They weren't used to seeing a family like mine, so they were just not comfortable with what they saw. I can guarantee, however, that if they took the time to get to know us like my grandma got to know my dad they'd have no problem with us.
Too true. My aunt is a bit too controlling, my mother who is quite a bit younger than her was always getting told what to do by my aunt but my mom put on her srs face and ignored her.
My mother although not the sharpest crayon in the box tends to know what to do in those types of situation. Quite literally she said 'Your aunt needs to shut the hell up and mind her own business.'
Felt bad because that is my aunt she's talking about but then again...
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