Black mixed race women for dating
Simone Jacobson is a Burmese American writer, performer, teaching artist, and cultural worker based in Washington, D. Unlike many first generation Asian Americans, my mom’s first language was English.
My grandpa’s father was Chinese and my grandma’s father was British; both of their mothers were Burmese.
Or, was there something beyond personal history—an innate, borderline fetish I was denying or overlooking? Then again, how else could I dream of my future children?
Recently, a friend put my desires under a magnifying glass: “When you dream about your babies, they’re not Asian or white. If only black men have ever truly celebrated my being, how could I envision any other shared future?
Eventually, they would end up asking a skinnier, prettier, blonder girl to prom while I was left resisting the acts of self-hate I saw my female peers committing.
I refused to diet, develop an eating disorder, or loathe the brown girl in the mirror.
” While Baker’s essay rehashed familiar and stale conversations about interracial dating, perpetuating single-race binaries, it also forced me to explore where my personal preferences for black male partners originated.
After many continuous, failed attempts at love in the digital space, I was left disappointed and slightly lonelier than when I began.
Outside of my immediate family, the most influential people in my young life were my Thai American best friend (26 years together now, and counting) and my Korean American dance teacher, a strong, handsome man who never raised his voice, showered me with love as if I were his own daughter, and taught me I should always reach across to open the car door for a man whenever he opens mine.
Fast forward to the recent present: I turned 30 last year and was single and freshly broken-hearted for the first time in ten years after investing half a decade in a relationship that did not end up in what I had hoped would be a lifelong commitment.
I’ll never fit the conventional mold of an “ideal” woman someone can “see” themselves with, because the vision of a Sino-Anglo-Burmese American woman simply isn’t possible without precedent.
Like many women of color in America, I grew up without anyone who looked like me to reaffirm my own self-image. Here’s how it all began: My mother and my maternal grandparents were born in Burma.