I was born African American (Black) grew up in the 70's in Denver, Colorado in a racially mixed neighborhood my whole life and all of the schools that I went to were also equally racially mixed, which I loved.
Last year was such an amazing time! Obama had just won the election, I turned 40yrs old (fabulous!) and was feeling sort of complete with my new decision to move to NYC the following year...and then I met HER. My soulmate walked into the doors of my office and we instantly knew it was kismet...she was a teacher as well and we taught together at my Summer Media Camp that year.
I met my husband 26 years ago when he and I were just 15 and 16 years old. He kissed me for the first time at the Spring, my freshmen year of high school. We broke up after a few months, but remained very good friends.
Teddy and I met in college, in creative writing class. We became best friends over the next few semesters, and were virtually inseparable. One of our English professors referred to us as Beatrice and Benedict (nerdy, I know!). We couldn't understand why everyone assumed we were dating. Let's just say we were deluding ourselves. One minute we were dancing, the next we were kissing, and here we are five years later!
Our wedding day was a balmy 51 degrees, rainy, cloudy and windy on the beach on the first day of summer. Everything that could have possibly gone wrong did! But while many people like to trick you into thinking that your wedding day is the most important day of your life, we were lucky that our wedding was exactly what a wedding should be: a celebration of the commitment we'd already made to one another. We drew from personal and religious traditions and incorporated friends into a small intimate ceremony that was beautiful, joyous, and everything we could have hoped for.
"GOD BLESS THE SALT SHAKER"
*names changed for privacy purposes.
Thulani and I met three years ago in college. He had just come to America from Swaziland, Africa to attend university. He was a good friend of my current best friend that I had met in college. At first we mostly just hung out at parties or small get togethers with friends. But over time we started to hang out more and more, just the two of us. We really didn't think about dating at first, we were too much alike. Both of us were first born children and come from hard working families. But after a while we just couldn't say no to becoming something more.
I met the man I love, Jeffrey, a little over two years ago. We couldn't be happier now living together and getting to celebrate being an interracial couple in today's world. It still baffles my mind that it was illegal only 43 years ago. Loving Day is a day of celebration for all mankind!
Brian and I met at work. We were friends before we were lovers; good friends at that. The inter-racial thing was never really an issue. It's weird for me because, you see, I'm adopted. I am Colombian (born in Bogotá) and I was raised by an Irish/Polish-American family. I never thought I was white, but being adopted into a family where you can easily appear to be un-related was never how I felt. I guess I couldn't recognized race until I was much more social, older and independent.
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