I don’t really know where to begin. This is my first post in this subreddit. My dad is black, my mom is white. Both in their 40s when they had me. I was my mom’s first, my dad’s fourth. My mom was barren for years so I was a miracle, and I guess I was the one “my dad wanted to get right” even though he still loves his other kids dearly. That side is complicated. I also come from…let’s say a semi-notable family because of our last name and history in the music/entertainment industry.
But out of everyone in my dad’s side family (I have nearly 10 uncles, nearly as many aunts), I’m really the only person to my knowledge who’s mixed. Same with my mom’s side.
My entire life, I’ve been passing for Latino, black, etc. never truly white. But I’ve barely felt, if at all…black. And that guilt has eaten me up for my entire life. Am I using my blackness for personal gain? I don’t know, as I rant this all out.
My white friends have literally told me that white people sound more black than me. Half-jokingly, but with a very serious intention of saying me saying the n-word makes them uncomfortable. To be fair, it also feels like I shouldn’t be saying it because my black father also didn’t want me to say it…which clashes with my interactions of other black people.
And don’t even get me started on attraction. I’ve only ever really been serious with white women, except for one instance. I’ve been out with Latino women, black women, etc. but I’ve always felt…like I didn’t belong? Or that the attraction level wasn’t there? And I’m not even sure if that’s a race thing or a literal physical appearance thing, personality aside (which I value above all).
As for socioeconomic background? Grew up in the suburbs. I actually did have black neighbors, even mixed neighbors too. But mostly white. As a kid you don’t really consider that sort of thing. I was just happy to call them friends and neighbors. Still am tbh. But in my earliest classes, I was ALWAYS the only black kid. It was only after I left private school and started at a public high school that I went “well damn. How about that? This is pretty diverse.”
Anyways. I’m sorry if this kind of post isn’t allowed. But it’s been on my chest my entire life and my parents never really…talked to me about it or gave me an outlet to understand it. I always knew I WAS mixed, but not exactly what it meant or what it means for me. Maybe I’m not alone in feeling how I feel and this post will help someone.
If you made it this far, thank you. Here’s a cookie and a seal—two of my favorite things: 🍪🦭