Interracial dating among teens

We live together in a small studio in Chelsea, where we cook dinners and take showers.We ask each other about dessert options and call each other good-looking even though we have gained weight.Half of my mother’s four sisters are married to white men.

We always felt halfway to a crime that we could never commit.

We were two people of color, the passive transgression, but the responsibility of leaving our races still clung onto our chests.

I had stopped knowing who to count out at parties or open bars, and so I winged it.

I found myself on a first date with a guy who was born and raised in Yonkers, with a family from El Salvador.

Our family is a classic case of women and the black men who left them versus the white men who stayed.

I remember being 6 and slapping my white uncle in the face to figure out why his face turned bloodred.

It felt too ironic; the first black man who I dated had left me in exactly the way that I feared.

He had grown tired of letting me pretend, I realized.

It was only a month later that it struck me that it was over.

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