Backstory: My mother is white (Russian Jew), my father is black (African, Naticoke, and Irish).
Early Years
1972 - Man punches Mother in stomach while calling her a "Nigger Lover." She is 7 months pregant with me
1973 - Earache. A (black) neighbor takes Mom to the hospital with me, and nurses tell my Mom that if she needs to get away from "her pimp",
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Mia's a cold hearted bitch, is what she is.
Icon shows my favorite cookie! I liked to eat both sides to about 1/4" from the center line, and then chomp down the center at the end.
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Unless it's saving the beknighted negroes in other countries like OMG DARFUR.
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But seriously. Cold. Maybe in a locked post I'll talk about it. Wouldn't want to get sued for defamation.
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Maybe we did meeet at some point in the space/time continuum, but at any rate, welcome :D
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It's funny, my grandmother on my fathers' side was my skin color, with grey eyes and bleached blonde straightened hair @.@ My great aunt - her sister - wore her hair natural and also had light eyes. If you asked Nana what she was, she said she was black. If you asked Aunt Elsie what she was, she said Native American. You can see the native in both their faces - they look like sisters, so it's funny that they identified completely differently from one another.
I am a "semi" only child - I have a half brother and a half sister, both of whom are 15 years older than I am. Their mother is African American and we share our Dad, who IDs as Black, but is Irish, Nanticoke and African.
Identity is a slippery and weird thing. I'm going through my family pictures now, and my family on that side is so multihued. It's fascinating.
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