They’ve joked about my “jungle fever”, or implied that I obviously just have a “thing” for black girls, or that I always have to be different.In their eyes, this is confirmed by the fact that I just so happen to have had two black girlfriends in a row.
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I’m not stupid enough to say things like “I don’t see colour”, or to claim that there aren’t differences between my girlfriend and I that are predicated on our respective races.
But as far as I’m concerned, our differences – both the racial ones and and all the others – are precisely what make our relationship so much more interesting and intricate than the reductive narratives that so many people try to project upon us.
Interestingly, even most of the numerous sources that criticized this article failed to acknowledge this gaping hole in a conversation (of sorts) about a country where 70% of the population are black.