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In every relationship I have with a white man, there comes a moment when they come to understand a simple fact of my life: that racism is an intimate part of my daily existence.
The other day, I was on the subway platform playing my usual game, and I caught the eye of a black guy.
They smoked weed in their parents’ houses with abandon. If they wanted me, I thought, it was because I seemed free like them.
White men have preoccupied me my whole life, from the schoolyard to the subway, but these days I’m seeing them differently.
Every white man I’ve dated has, sometimes consciously and sometimes not, asked me to explain to them some aspect of blackness.
“Can I say the N-word if I’m singing along to a song? ” (I don’t know dude, I ask myself the same question every goddamn day.) I know that I shouldn’t feel compelled to always speak for my race, but I can’t expect a white boyfriend to stop asking some of those questions if we’re to come to a mutual understanding.