I am. I am white, pale white and freckled. Many folk, mainly men have told me that they like that I obviously don't have any (insert any darker skinned racial slur here) in me to not recognize that it matters. It matters in ways that make me go still and quiet, in ways that make me feel doubly hard when I hear stories like I did this week. A story of a man and woman, never an uncomplicated theme. A story of a potential romance smeared and over before it began...
Affirm Life.
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