"fat. who cares? syphilis!" and that's how you read a room a la Raja
With the phone calls I have to make tonight, I am planning on getting so fly like a person who partakes of enough alcohol that causes them to get slightly tipsy
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Yeah, there's a lot of messy stuff about growing up as an Americanized Puerto Rican. Because my mom's Irish/English, I'm very fair and I would get overly praised for being so light and having great skin and told not to go out in the sun, etc. My dad's side is mostly of Spanish/Portuguese origin but very mixed when it comes to presenting as "obviously" Hispanic. I have more redheaded family members on my dad's side than my mom's. o_0
My grandma and step-grandfather (Cuban) were the only people I was around who would speak Spanish when I was growing up and my grandma was born in NY so she always spoke English around me and there was no way for me to pick it up on my own. I took Spanish throughout high school but I get so nervous about speaking it that I'd rather just "understand" it than be put on the spot and attempt to speak.
I can't roll my r's properly. This is really annoying since the proper way to say my last name involves rolling the r. But we had to Americanize how to say the name since it confuses so many people.
Well. Until a baseball player got famous and suddenly people recognized my last name. Sweet victory.
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