last night in wal mart i ran into my cousin whom i haven't seen since i was about 12 years old.
he recognized me first. Stupidly, i thought he was some guy checking me out. :P For one thing i remember him being a lot taller!
.....anyway, i was in the home improvement section looking at paint chips with my mom. and he just comes up and is like COUSIN!!! and hugs me. and we are talking and he's so excited cause he just got hired to do set building down in hollywood! and i was telling him about my kids and all of that. And of course i told him how proud i was of him that he was making his dreams come true
the lady working that section at the paint counter just gives us the WEIRDEST look. and she's like...."he's your cousin?" then she frowns and mutters something under her breath....i didn't catch all of what she said but i think it was something about skeletons in the closet or something.
He's black.
i have several black cousins. .....his family....and another cousin who looks black but her dad was morrocan or something. it doesn't matter. I'm white....sometimes taken for hispanic, or even native american........neither of which i am....it's my Italian heritage coming out.
but it PISSES ME OFF.
i LOVE my cousins.
My love is black. The first and only black guy i've ever dated.
Is this something i would have to worry about at every turn if we ever were able to be together?
What happens when one of my daughters introduces his son as her brother? My kids don't have ANY qualms about color. They love him. The few times they've been with him he's been more of a dad to them than their real dad ever was in NINE years!!!
They love their cousins
it just made me REALLY mad and i needed to rant about it.



