The Reality Of Dating All Men When You’re Black

We stood in my dorm room with him hunched over and me massaging mousse into his hair that showed no signs of deviating from its natural texture. A texture that was different from my own. Although my father is black and my mother is half-black, her mother’s Filipina and Chinese heritage left me with a hair texture some place in between. I would be 24 before I ran my palms over the waves and grooves of a black man’s hair again. I dated my high school sweetheart well past high school. A skateboarder.
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