So, I'm a Sellout

Let me set the scene for you: I'm walking on a nice day in Brooklyn, not too hot, not too cold. Holding hands with Boba who I hadn't seen in in three months due to me teaching in China. We're heading to see my bestie and her awesome girlfriend to spend a chill day at their apartment. Then it happened, a guy walked past me, leaned way in my personal space all by neck and called me a sellout. 

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Hold up...

We kept walking, but I stopped at the end of the block as I processed what had happened.

The strange thing about the situation is that I wasn't upset. I'm from the deep South, so I've experienced a lot of ignorance and flat out racism. I was more annoyed by the fact that he felt his thoughts mattered to me, a person that he didn't even know. He knew nothing of my relationship, saw something he didn't like, and projected some mess onto us. I also was heated that he got in my personal space. Luckily, Boba and I are pretty chill and felt it was best to just keep it moving and not dwell on it. I hadn't experienced anything like that before, but I am aware of what interracial couples may face. I had heard stories from my friends and read about different couples' experiences on blogs. I also feel that calling someone a sellout is ridiculous because you have no idea why they are with their partner. Like somehow I magically am not black anymore because I am dating someone non black. The term implies that I hate myself and black people and that I view other races as better than my own. I read a post that breaks down why these notions are false. 

Now, I'm not gonna sit here and act simple like there aren't people that date interracially for the wrong reasons (self-hate, fetishism, etc.). But that ain't me. I'm not dating my boyfriend because I have feel some type of way about black men like some would assume. I was taught to judge people by their character, so I have always selected the people in my life by that principle. I love Boba for Boba, not because he’s a different race than me. 

We make the best silly faces together ^^

It's fine if people have their own opinions on the issue, but you shouldn't use them to judge or shame other people. I'm very lucky that my parents raised me to listen to the people that matter and disregard folks that are irrelevant.

New York Comic Con 2013

I was ecstatic that I got to attend NY Comic Con. I missed going to the 2012 one due to being in China. This was my second time attending, and it was really nice. NYCC was the first convention I ever attended, my first time going was in 2011. 

This was also my first time cosplaying! I've been wanting to cosplay for a long time. Since Boba is a huge geek/nerd, I decided to ask him to do a couple cosplay with me. I figured why not kill two birds with one stone : ) He was totally down with the idea. I thought it was super cute how he responded yes without any hesitation.

You're beautiful, but....

Friday night was a night of hell, two hours of hell to be exact. Let me start at the beginning. I had to go to Western Union to send money home. Remus (my friend that is also a foreign teacher) came to meet me and keep me company. He told me that Dean (our awesome Chinese friend) had invited us to dinner with a family friend. Dean wasn't excited to spend time with this family friend. Dean felt that the family friend was a "disaster and a bastard. Unfortunately, Dean had to have dinner with him because if  he can't get a job in the US or somewhere else then this family friend could be his boss. The family friend invited Remus and me as well. Dean let us know that he really didn't want to eat with him alone. I personally didn't want to go. I haven't been feeling too well emotionally since I came back to China. It's my school once again. I am also having a hard time adjusting to not seeing or talking to my boyfriend as much as I did during Spring Festival. I really didn't want to deal with an asshole, no matter how much I love Dean. We'll call him D.I.C. (dumb, inconsiderate, and close-minded). We tell Dean we can't have dinner because we were going to Pizza Hut; the service there is super slow, so we wouldn't have been done by the time they were supposed to have dinner. We tell him to come by later with D.I.C.

Remus and I were setting up my new VPN when Dean knocks on the window around 7:30....that's when the two hours of hell begin.