Like a lot of black people, I grew up straight po'. Wasn't no question about whether we was po', either. If you really wanted to know, all you had to do was look in our refrigerator.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I was born gay, just as I was born black.
Growing up, one of my cousins was an out gay man.
I went to a segregated school; I was born a Negro, not a black man.
My father identified as a black man. No one asked him because he was clearly black. But people always ask me. If we were together, people would look at us in a really strange way. It sucked. As a little girl I had blond hair and they'd look at me, look at him, and be disgusted.
I don't know much about my family history except that my father had straight black hair and his ancestors probably came from India.
I wasn't always black... there was this freckle, and it got bigger and bigger.
I was the only black girl at my junior high school. I had an afro, a Jamaican accent, I looked really old.
When I grew up, you needed to have straight hair. It's symbolic of needing to be like everyone else, needing to look like everyone else. And what that meant was looking like the dominant ruling class in America.
Straight people are everywhere!
I would say I'm black because my parents said I'm black. I'm black because my mother's black. I'm black because I grew up in a family of all black people. I knew I was black because I grew up in an all-white neighborhood. And my parents, as part of their protective mechanisms that they were going to give to us, made it very clear what we were.
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