Ooh I've had that happen before too. And yes I have a story for everything. A black/white biracial dude was trying to holla at me and one night we were hanging out when he went into this whole come to biracial Jesus moment. This guy literally went on for at least an hour talking about his childhood and race issues and I basically spent the entire time nodding my head in agreement. He concluded his emotional monologue with something about how part of the reason he liked me so much was because we're both mixed and we're special and different from "regular" black people, how our kind need to stick together and away from those dastardly monoracials, we have a natural bond, blah blah blah...and then he asked which one of my parents was white and which was black. Awkward....


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