Hello Everyone:
Okay, I'm slightly more wide awake right than I was last night. Alright, maybe I was coherent last night. Anyway, I had my weekly Skype date with the Brit BF and I felt like such an idiot when we got onto the subject of race and Hollywood. What sparked this thread was my opinion on the movie Straight Outta Compton. For those of you who need reminding, he's Afro-English and I'm not. This is the first interracial relationship I've been involved in and I still feel like I'm flailing about. I feel like I have to still be very careful about what I say so not to offend. I sometimes hear myself talk and I sound like a mild version of Donald Trump. Maybe I'm being too harsh on myself but I really want this relationship to work out. He's such wonderful and I love him a lot. I don't want him to think I'm this terrible person. Yet, at the same time, he sits and listens to me carry on. I'm grateful for his patience but sometimes I wish he would tell me I'm full of it. I don't know, maybe I'm expecting the worst. Past experiences. I feel so confused about his relationship, even though I'm starting to feel more comfortable in this relationship. As comfortable as I can be,given the circumstances. Maybe I'll feel differently once we spend some serious time together.
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