But I don’t know where to start.
This is coming from the girl whose mother had a white boy fetish. Whose father had a black girl fetish. Whose parents came together with their fetishes and made her. I mean, well, me.
But since my mother was a virulent racist (even going as far as to throw out my dark-skinned Cabbage dolls because they were brown and screening my friends by color), I know my willingness to date people lighter and darker than my own skin tone comes from my Dad.
The last time I visited him, I noticed something about his girlfriends:
Girlfriend #1 was white.
Girlfriend #2 was black.
Girlfriend #3 was yellow.
My Dad takes being an equal opportunity lover very seriously.
When I talked to my sister, she said she wasn’t sure she’d date someone black. I said that was probably best since she was married and her husband wouldn’t want her dating.
When she added that she preferred white boys, I said that was a good thing since she was married to one.
But I had to ask: “Ahem, what about those Hispanic boys you dated?”
And she said, “Oh, I forgot about those.”
When I dated my first (and thankfully last) gay boyfriend who was originally from Bangladesh, my grandmother asked me if he smelled. I responded, “He’s Catholic.” She looked confused. I figured it was good for her. Plus, I had no idea what I’d meant.
When I fell in love with my first Jewish boy, my aunt held an intervention. My grandmother cried. My aunt yelled. But by my next Jewish boyfriend, you could tell they had just accepted the inevitable.
He was my first straight boyfriend…yeah, I said my first STRAIGHT boyfriend…this next Jewish guy. He broke up with me because I wasn’t Jewish. I took the breakup hard but my mother’s sister took it harder. After we broke up, she said wistfully, “He was such a nice boy, even though he was Jewish.”
The first time my grandmother met my Jewish husband she kept saying “I can’t believe he married you.” When she repeatedly said, “They only marry their own kind,” I don’t know if she meant white people, Jewish people or sane people.
My other aunt was a tougher cookie to crack. When she said she didn’t want me bringing my husband over to the house, I knew it was because he was white and Jewish. She was terrified of both. The scariest thing…he didn’t speak Spanish! But he actually knew more Spanish than the Puerto Rican boy I’d dated.
When my aunt eventually warmed up to my husband, as all my relatives did, it was because I explained he made really good rice and beans. Because if there’s any moral to this story, it is this: if you’re going to date outside your race and culture, make sure he’s willing to cook and convert (to Dominicanism, of course).
One thought on “Warming up for an article: The Latin Side of Interracial Dating”
Aliza, you always make me think, and laugh.
I realize that I have never dated anyone of color – but since I want to date someone Jewish – chances are that isn't going to happen where I live. Oh wait, it's not going to happen anyway because there are no single Jewish men of any color where I live.
It's not having a problem that I want to have that is the problem.