Dating women with big butts
Was it courtesy of my Middle Eastern father, a dark-complexioned Israeli with a notable 'bump' himself?Or did it stretch back to ancient days, when, according to some speculators, the original Hebrews were black?They would ask me about the “colored kids” at my job as a camp counselor and spoke the word “bi-racial” in hushed tones, as if it were something to be ashamed of.After deciding to enroll at Towson University, friends of mine joked about me going to “the hood” and the violence in the Baltimore area, but I was never worried. Selector .selector_input_interaction .selector_input. Selector .selector_input_interaction .selector_spinner. I grew up in one of the seventeen cities in the United States named Rochester (Wikipedia, 2015).Although New Hampshire is over 94% “white alone”, (and zero percent Native American) my high school proudly flaunts the Red Raider mascot, a stereotypical Native American with a face tinted blood red (Census Bureau, 2014).This was the place I was born and raised; where nobody had to whisper the “n word” or hesitate to stick some feathers in their hair and paint their skin red as a sign of school spirit.
First of all, if they never let you complain about it, drop them. But second of all, accept what you’ve been given and rock it.
'I mean, look at those tomb paintings of the Hebrew slaves in Egypt,' offered my friend Dyann, a churchy Pentecostal girl who was raised to believe that the Jews were God's chosen people, and was eager to make the connection. And where do you think those full lips, and those springy curls come from?
From us, that's who.'Grateful that somebody supported me for draggin' this wagon, I didn't protest. Indeed, my butt has been a cultural ambassador, a passport to insta-credibility in many a multiracial setting. In an age when race can still be the elephant that nobody mentions, people quietly size each other up for nonverbal cues of who's Us and who's Them.
Growing up in New Hampshire didn’t prevent me from making friends or dating guys who weren’t white.
I felt a certain pride in hanging out with people who were Dominican, Indonesian, Laos, Filipino, Hispanic, etc. My parents taught me good morals, like not judging others by their appearance, though I did have to keep my jaw clenched when I visited relatives.