with the fancy folds!

Please don’t kill me, but her husband is kinda really hot. Not advocating breaking up families, just pointing out the obvious.

Now at this point in Kyle’s story, the part of me who is the teenager who came of age in Brooklyn started bubbling up– and my hands started itching to take my earrings out and hold them while I got CRAZY.

That’s the crazy thing about this. The GOP members who are not unapologetic racists won’t vote for an unapologetic racist like Trump, but there are much fewer of them than there are unapologetic racists in the party.

I’ve lived in both the North, and the South. The North isn’t immune from racism, at all. I’ve noticed my neighbors, and some family members, will think saying something racist is okay as long as it’s whispered, or only said in front of other white people. This is in a suburb of Philadelphia. My jaw has literally hung…

But they will justify it. The people who support him like that he’s an unapologetic racist.

Nice try but no.

I actually am first generation on my dad’s side, but for people that want to beat around the bush with those types of questions...I troll them using my mom’s lineage, her dad’s side goes back to covered wagons in America and her mother was from France. But why do I look so EXOTIC??!

OH GOD I KNOW. I share the halvsie pain. After “where are you from?” “New York.” I won’t answer any more fucking questions about how a stranger gets to label me based on their bigotry. I ALREADY told you I’m from New York, if you knew what those stereotypes were, you’d get outa my fuckin’ way already.

Love it. That doesn’t work as well for me. My ancestors were from the part of Mexico that became New Mexico when the US took it over. So I have been told by multiple people I am not really Mexican because my family isn’t from Mexico which makes me ragey.

I get super snarky. I also happen to have been born in NYC, and still live here, along with pretty much my entire family, most of whom were also born here.

My grandmother was from a little fishing village in Nova Scotia. She had black hair and brown, almond shaped eyes and was regularly mistaken for being Chinese despite the fact that she didn’t look remotely Asian. I have a picture of her from the fifties where she is wearing a cheongam she bought to fuck with people.

I actually thought, “What in the hell does that mean? Is there a handprint on her face I don’t know about?”

Off the top of my head, I have gotten: Chinese, Japanese, Spanish, Lebanese, Egyptian, “Mediterranean”, Iranian, and Portugese.

My mother is Vietnamese and my dad is white, so I’m used to a lot of those awkward questions. I try to diffuse the moment by explaining that since I’m “vaguely ethnic” that it's a common question.

W-w-w-wait so I can’t say that I’m struck by your exotic looks?

you are human

I find it disconcerting that people think it’s OK to comment on one’s ethnic or lack of ethnic appearance. “You look kind of Jewish, but what’s with the pale skin and the blue eyes?” Annoying for sure because I figure it’s a comment on my slightly larger than average nose, but at least I don’t have to filter out the…

, “What... are you?”

TOUCH OF ASIAN BEAUTY IN THE FACE