Even when I have expressed romantic interest in black guys, it has always been a futile effort.
That was perhaps the most frustrating aspect of my well-meaning friends’ advice.
As a black woman, I wanted to be seen as attractive to more than just black men.
I am an ally to my people, but I have not connected with them in the deepest way possible — romantic love.
How can I support the advancement of black people if I have never let down my walls for a black man myself?
I could love my skin and also love Britney Spears and country music.
Blackness isn’t homogeneous, but it took me a while to see that.
Sometimes the smallest of encounters remind me that love should not be bound by rules, and definitely not by race.