
Biracial Dating
So I’m dating someone who is black. And honestly, this does not bother me. Nor does it bother any of my friends.
And just to be clear, it’s not like this is the first black guy I’ve dated. But it is the first black guy I began talking to about the possibility of having kids with in a real way. Granted, the conversation was maybe a little ahead of itself, on some levels. But this led to him asking me if my family would have a problem with me having a life partner who was black.
The sad thing is – the answer is yes – some of my family would have an issue. It sucks that in this day and age, that this question should even need to be broached. In this amazing melting pot that is the US, how can this question still be circulating? And asked to a third generation American, who’s first generation Italian grandfather was deemed a “whop” and unworthy of marrying my Scotch-Irish grandmother. (Luckily for me, my grandfather married her anyway.)
I personally don’t care what anyone else’s opinion is of who I ultimately marry. And the funny thing is, while I know certain members of my family will have a conniption should I marry a black guy – the minute I produce adorable babies – all will be forgotten. At least on some level. Although I have news for these fair-weather family members, my cute, adorable mixed race babies may not be available for their fair-weather, extremely conditional love.
Have any of you had this challenge? If so, how have you handled it?
Here’s another post on dating you might like: The Give And Take of Sex
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