I couldn't stop repeating the first part of the Clutch headline over and over again in my head. She wrote in a Huffington Post blog late last year: It is the same sharp tug of disappointment that gets me every time I see a black man with a white woman on his arm.
Try as I might to suppress the reaction, I experience black men's choice of white women as a personal rejection of the group in which I am a part, of African American women as a whole, who have always been devalued in this society.
I went to a predominantly white high school where I was one of maybe five black kids.
I grew up thinking that because I looked different, I somehow wasn't good enough.
Black women have told me it's because I'm a sellout.
Part of me used to envy how soft, straight, and blond his hair was.
We are all members of this collective community living on Earth, and we all need to start being honest with ourselves.
What does it mean to be uncomfortable about interracial dating in 2014? Why are so many people advocating a "stay with your own race" mentality?
I met my current boyfriend the next night, and he we are, still together five years later.
Still, I would never ever say that being in an interracial relationship has been easy.