Tag: biracial

It’s taken my entire life to find the nerve and vocabulary to articulate what being gay, trans, and biracial have meant for me. I felt like I’ve always lived in those hard-to-relate-to in-between places. I have always struggled with black and white, circular thinking which made holding n...

My father was his family’s gatekeeper. Born in Shanghai in 1912, the eldest of his biracial siblings, he was raised to straddle East and West. He kept the peace between his Chinese father and American mother. And as the one member of his family who corresponded with those he’d left behin...

Ah, to be biracial. This topic is discussed at length on social media and in everyday conversations. Interestingly, many of these discussions do not involve biracial individuals. This is the opinion of a biracial individual on this topic. Being biracial is a lived experience that brings together ...

An Introduction. As I stare into the computer screen, hoping for inspiration and insight into how to begin, I find myself wanting to begin it as I would initiate any other encounter. At its core, this blog is a conversation between me and “you” and as such, formalities need to be...

My mom was Mexican and my dad white (of English origin but think more yee-haw). My dad was absent for most of my childhood due to his struggle with Meth addiction and so I was mainly raised by my mom. My mom made sure to remind me frequently that my whiteness annoyed her. She would call me a “...