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diosa-loba · 3 months

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.. and at the end of the day, women will still hate women.

because beyonce is dumb irl, a terrible songwriter who has a good body and is only successful bc she's light skin n practices dark witchcraft and she's really nothing compared to not aging well rihanna, that abused victim that went back to her abuser, but who is now a baby mama who settled for a broke, colorist ASAP Rocky, but taylor swift is a closet lesbian who always plays victim and a bitter nothing who clearly hates other girls. and megan thee stallion is an alcoholic hoe who only knows how to twerk to make up for her is trash rapping and she deserved to be shot. and that's exactly why cardi b sucks cos she has a terrible bbl and had to change her whole face to be pretty, but doja cat is a self hating racist who's rude to her fans and is only hot when she's thicc and wears lopsided wigs. zendaya is only considered pretty and a successful actor cos she's biracial just like h.e.r and tyla who are just industry plants with boring, forgettable music. don't forget about lori harvey the nepo baby who only is seen as arm candy to famous men because they need the pr .. also cringy singer j.lo and her attention starved pap calls, poor ben affleck, looks so trapped and miserable in a marriage with such a horrible woman, unlike that terrible dancer mariah carey, who has no sex appeal and is a fat, stuck up hater who thinks she's better than everyone .. oh she's only black when it's convenient to the black community. and like, there must be something wrong with halle berry if she can't keep a man, she got a nose job and she's really not the first black woman to be awarded academy award for best actress bc she's only half black, but viola davis is not considered beautiful enough bc she's dark skinned. but naomi campbell, ryan destiny and justine skye are all beautiful dark skinned women even though naomi is a super bitch with a white child and ryan and justine are nobodies so they can't represent black women. oh and lana del rey was hot until she was big and she made trailerpark sexy until her ass got a little too fat. and ariana grande .. black fishing to asian fishing, culture vulture homewrecker who clearly needs therapy and a sandwich, and kylie and khloe the ugly forever a baby mama pathetic, desperate sisters, but kim k, the scared to age porn whore who f'd up her face n body and is more boring than watching paint dry.

and amidst all of this, we still don't know these women. we cannot fathom the pain of having a public divorce, one where people choose sides and hurl insults at you until the battery on their phone dies. we don't watch them chase after sweet-cheeked children in tucked-away backyards or play board games, have glasses of wine or cups of tea and dance around with their best friends while their belly's ache in laughter. we don't know their marriages or relationships .. and we don't know their pains, traumas, insecurities or solitudes. we don't watch them unravel themselves, time and time again, preparing for the battle that we have made of their lives. they can never make a mistake. they can never cry. they can never be who they believe themselves to be.

and we take all of this and we go to work, we go grocery shopping, we walk in sunlight, we sit under the moon, we watch our favorite series and read our books.

so i close the gossip app. i try not to think about the endless women debating, arguing and insulting about how much they hate this age woman, that age woman, that skin color, this skin color, her body, that body, her hair, her face, her relationship, that side chick, that wife, that singer, that model, that actress, that famous man's woman. i try not to think about how much they would hate me if they knew me. and i think about how most of these women are probably quite lovely irl and their online personas are not who they really are .. they have insecurities the same as me and every woman i've known irl. yeah some of them may be just be haters, jealous and bitter, but most women just need to feel better about their shadows, if "such n such" public eye persona has "this fault". sometimes i join these debates, sometimes i defend, sometimes i post a funny gif, sometimes i've shared my experiences or things i've learned, but most times i'm silently lurking and keep my opinions to myself lol some of them women are unnecessarily brutal bullies.

then i come to tumblr 🖤 .. where it's cozy 🔥🌻

#all the first paragraph is what i have actually seen on such gossip site(s)

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blackfemmecharacterdependency · 3 months

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Character Evolution in Secrets of Sulfur Springs

This is about casting and physical attributes, not about development. This is about a show I truly love, and not one that I hate. These are all observations and thought processing about the casting of the Tremont/Dunn family in the series.

Daisy: Kyliegh Curran | Ashley B. Jones

So! Our girlie Kyliegh played her great grandmother (or great great grandmother? - I forget, Daisy, as a kid) And, I was like, "Well... it's not perfect.

You can't tell how much darker this woman is than Kylie in her photos, but on the show, she looked a tinge too dark for me to fully invest in the idea that she was well cast, but I rationalized that maybe she was inside more as a kid and then you know, was just lightskint like a light skinned biracial because of that when she was young. (I have met people whose parents tried keeping them inside on sunny days so they wouldn't get too dark), which is wild and off topic, because I don't think that would happen with Daisy, but saying IF she was simply inside a lot more as a kid, she could be that much lighter than the child actress vs the adult actress.

Harper's mama is biracial, I think. I feel like the kid that played her mom is, though Idk if the lady is or not. I do know that Kylie's character is supposed to be fully Black, even though the actress is not, irl. And her ancestor, Daisy, who she played had two pretty unambiguously Black parents and her and her little brother came out light skinned. Him, looking like his mama, her looking like the milkman's child..

Grace (Daisy's Mom): Kenneisha Thompson

Now... this happens sometimes in real life. But like I've said before - it don't happen nearly as much irl as it do on TV. So, Kyliegh as that woman - meh. Not a great casting choice, if not a bad one.

I understand they needed them to be identical to make the plot work, but I don't understand why everybody in the family is clearly Black then come her, actually biracial, and then here she come again a couple generations later, as Harper. Lol.

Her mama though Jess Dunn: Izabela Rose | Diandra Lyle

They did better in skin tone, but I would love sometimes for productions, especially big money bitches to try to do some side by sides every now and then and be like, "Are we sure this is the right choice?" or acknowledge some of the wild changes.

Where is a wide nosed sista to play this mama? Did she get a nose job at some point? We just supposed to imagine her nose was always that dainty? It has nothing to do with the plot, but Idk how I would overlook that you have such a drastically different nose in your adult like than you did as a kid. Her grandmother had a wide nose (scroll up) and she had one as a kid, then it just... went small when she grew up?

I am a big nosed bitch... and my nose was SMALLER as a child, because I was smaller. I actually was quite aware of Izabela's nose when she was Young Jess because we were going back and forth in time, from her nose to Diandra's nose. BEAUTIFUL WOMAN! They are both so lovely. They just do not look like people who grew up to be that person! Ma'am you didn't contour away all that nose. (I love both these actresses).

The fact that I dwell on this casting has nothing to do with their performances and everything to do with how badly I want casting to try to get people who actually look alike when they are playing the same character, unless for some reason within the story, they somehow look different. This Is Us only magnified my fixation on this subject. Most of them people looked just like them kids.

This is the man who plays Harper's daddy, FYI:

But like we said, we rationalizing that Mama Dunn is biracial, or at the very least so lightskinned that a biracial girl could be her daughter, especially since her negro nose with Jackson 5 nostrils turned into one of them Vogue magazine joints in her adult life.

Now this one... Baby...

It's just absurd. This is where we gotta draw the line, throw in the towel, stop rationalizing that there is a phenotype at play skipping generations or whatever else we could do with our earlier casting choices.

This photo is lighter than the woman is and you can still see that this is a whole nother human that would not in this universe that we currently know of, under any circumstances according to our knowledge of science, would this beautiful biracial baby girl grow up to be this absolutely unambigously Black, dark skinned woman!! She just wouldn't!

Two very lovely people who acted they asses off and earned them Disney paychecks and Disney better had paid them what they was worth. Because they both said that they was gon' out act whoever in this scene when Ruby got onscreen.

Whoever did this casting said, "F**k it, Girl. Call who we know," because ain't no way, Chile. Ain't no way y'all was putting no kinda thought or planning into this woman growing up from that girl. When she said she was Ruby, I said, "RUBY WHOOOOOO?"

Ruby: Jaidyn Triplett | Joyce Guy

I won't go into any further tangent about how the darkest ones cast in the family were the ones we didn't see much of, or in Ruby's case, the literal Magical Negro that had to save the day........................

I truly enjoy the show. It's a fave. But, yes. It has it's issues and I have mine and now that they are out of my head, because as a wise friend once said, "Misery loves an audience" (Shoutout to Noah, a Queen of Quotes) - I can now live in peace. Yes, and continue watching this, even though they have this problem in casting.

Sometimes, people think that colorblind casting only applies to when you just cast anybody for any role, willy-nilly, but this is an offset of colorblind casting, as well. Colorism casting, maybe. Where any Black person will do, despite looking nothing like the same character that they're supposed to be portraying. Or where certain skin tone versions of that character has more screen time. Sometimes, this is done through photos or short flashbacks...

But this show had these people onscreen talking and had us getting to know them and then colorblind casted them in different eras of their life. And perhaps I only notice it in Black people, because I don't have any type of face blindness when it comes to us. If that is the issue they're having, maybe they need people who can tell the difference between Black people and their skin tones and facial features to handle that aspect of a job.

That's all I have for now. Do watch the show, though. If you can handle fw with Disney. I mean, it's out there free, but I know some people are even not for that and I commend you. I be watching some of they stuff for free still, and this lil' rant? Ramble. This lil' ramble has been sitting in my lil' brain for a time.

Idk what it is called or if there is a name for it. Whenever they do the colorblind casting or the colorism casting within the same character. It feels like it needs it's own word. It's different from when they simply change the character from one medium to the next, to be within the same universe and have a person that simply does not share that character's physical characteristics, even though they're the same character.

End ramble.

Wait. Last note: This is a Black and Black biracial people's post. Anybody else who pass through, don't get cute. I'll blast you right to the block.

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unmaskedagain · 4 years

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can we get a fic where when alya finds out lila is lying, she actually helps mari + her new friends to out her and is generally involved in the friend group? It feels really gross to me for all these salt fics to demonize and punish one of the only darker skinned characters in the show just because she's inconsistently written. maybe another school trip fic (everyone goes, but mari and co. saved up $$ to do a bunch of extra fun stuff during the trip)

Usually when I reply to prompt; it’s either a no; or post with the story attached. This will be different. This me letting you know that I WILL be doing this prompt, even if it kills me; it will be out later today or early tomorrow.

I’m only doing this for ONE REASON...

You made a valid point, Anon.

And I wanted to thank you for actually sending a prompt along with a somewhat decent explanation of why you think Alya salt is wrong. Usually when I get messages about my Alya salt, it’s someone accusing me of perpetuating racism. I’ve had to defend my stance on why bashing Alya isn’t racism multiple times.

For the RECORD; I’m a biracial, light-skinned, Afro-latina (Puerto Rican and African American); I have complexion somewhere between Lila and Alya. I’m not racist. I just enjoy salt. I mean like a lot. For the record; I also love Weasley Bashing, Captain America and Team Cap bashing, and basically anything where my favorite character is kickass and stands up for themselves even if it makes other characters have to suffer for it (Usually Ginny/Ron Weasley. I love Hermione/harry quite a bit)

And honestly accusing any Alya Salt writing of racism is ridiculous at this point. I regularly bash Adrian, Gabriel, Rose, Bustier, and nearly everyone in Marinette’s class. Why? Because its easy. Alya (and most of the other teen characters)is inconsistently/poorly written and thus the writers’ left her vulnerable to attacks. She has no character arc or real development. Her personality and actions swing so much between highs and lows, it’s no wonder why the ML fandom is so split over her. You know who is a better written character than her? Chloe! Despite being an awful person, an extreme brat, and an overall menace most of the time, Chloe actually has a better role than Alya. Even if that Role is Mean girl/Spoiled Rotten Princess.

Chloe (up until Miracle Queen) stayed strong within a realistic dynamic that suited her character. I can work with Chloe because her character is firm. I can pretty much do whatever I want with her while still staying true to her. (Also I always loved Queen Bitch characters)

Alya’s character feels incomplete. So its easy to just mess with her. And I really like Salt. But I don’t hate Alya. I just work with what I got. And what I’m inspired by.

Again, the reason I’ll doing this prompt, though it’s lacking in an overall story request, is because you made a valid point. Alya Salt is an indirect response to how inconsistently written she is which causes her character to suffer. Unfortunately, she also happens to be one of the few darker skinned characters on the show. Its sucks. Its not fair. Nevertheless, until the creators of the show miraculously (lol) fixes Alya’s story line, it is what it is.

However, I do have a killer story idea that might put Alya in a slightly better light.

#ml salt #alya salt

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fruitbur · 4 years

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(bursts into inbox) thAT ASK MEME WITH ALL THE OCS U TAGGED (or just pick and choose but i genuinely would love to know all of them if u want afhdsgjsdhdjd) - darkwarfy

i'm going to start with the easy ones and end with the ones i haven't even talked about to you.

Red-

Full Name: Aaron Cupid Williams

Gender and Sexauilty: Male (trans) and Demisexual

Pronouns: He/Him

Ethnicity/Species: Tribrid of Fae, WARLOCK, and Demon.

Birthplace and Birthdate: His birthplace is unknown to HIM so therefore it won't be stated. he was born on Halloween but the year is also unknown.

Guilty Pleasures: Dancing and Singing. his mother never allowed him to do anything fun when he lived with her (besides reading) so he hides that side of him.

Phobias: Spiders, water, and the dark.

What They Would Be Famous For: besides being the only one of his kind? his singing, there is just something about it.. i wonder what?

What They Would They Be Arrested For: destroying prisons and freeing wrongly captured supernaturals.

OC You Ship Them With: No one, Red is too young to date throughout most of the stories he is in.

OC Most Likely To Murder Them: Iris (his mom) or Icarus

Favorite Movie/Book Genre: Favorite movie would be Shark Boy and Lava Girl, he loves kids movies. Book genre is sci-fi or adventure stories.

Least Favorite Movie/Book Cliche: For movies it has to Coraline and book cliche is the hero or hero's lover/bestfriend dying for the greater good.

Talents and/or Powers: Talents would be as i said before his dancing and singing. his powers? jesus Red has a LOT. He can do basic magic, he can light himself on fire in a blue magic flame before it spreads around himself. telepathy, teleportation, and "invisibility" (that's more lore stuff) not really a power but he can control his appearance (his was born with baby blue skin and light purple hair but his mother taught him to hide that side to blend in with humans) he has a ribbon spell that he can call them to wrap his wrists and his controls them (i.e pulling and wrapping up his targets) he has another spell that does the same thing called flower power (this with rose vines) that he uses to hurt someone if need be. okay this is getting too long but he has more.

Why Someone Might Love Them: He is such a sweet kid and lights up the rooms he is in. you can't help but love him.

Why Someone Might Hate Them: Red can be a little troublemaker and cause chaos for fun. which gets annoying when shit goes down.

How They Change: Red always thought he was just a weapon, a tool for a war that was never coming. as he grows up and lives on his own with Angel, he changes to be someone full of love for not just others, but himself.

Why You Love Them: Red was my first ever OC. He has been through so much changes and growth and i think i finally love him as he is now.

Angel - (i'm gonna shorten the questions so this doesn't get too long)

Full Name: Nope- that's lore and i wanna tell you that Later.

Gender: Female (Trans), Lesbian.

Pronouns: she/her

Ethnicity/Species: loosely based on the mayans, a necromancer, and a clockwork angel necklace.

Birthplace: Her village in that universe's Tulum. Birthdate... she's existed for over 2000 years, who knows how old she is truly.

Guilty Pleasures: Gardening and painiting.

Phobias: the water. just- the water.

Famous For: bringing the dead back to life with ease.

Arrested For: Killing witches who mess with Red.

OC Shipped: I ship her with Niko, two crazy girls who just want bodies.

OC Murder: Iris again, or Lexi (not doing her, she isn't too important rn)

Favorite Movie/Book Genre: she doesn't watch movies that often because she is ya know.. trapped. but when Red can watch something other than kids movies, Angel finds herself loving romance movies, hasn't picked a favorite yet. Books though? cook books! she enjoys learning about food even though she can't eat.

Least Favorite: Horror, just like Red. or anything with water. nothing against mermaids or wildlife, but she's seen enough of the sea for 10 lifetimes at least. Cliche would be evil necromancers, screw that.

Talents: Her painting are to die for. powers??? now this is going to be fun. Angel can bring back the dead, use her magic to move things and grab people. over the course of her time trapped, she has learned how to possess whomever wears her, which leads to some fun beat downs with both Red and Angel working as a single unit. oh did i mention Angel really loves to mess around with blood magic? she was the only one who was able to master it before the witches attacked.

Love Them: Someone would love her becauss how passionate and nurturing she is. also because she enjoys cracking jokes in the safety of the clockwork during the WORST of times.

Hate Them: the witches hated her for her powers and that she was "sick" in the head for enjoying blood magic.

How They Change: Angel had to learn to live as a soul for so long, slowly forgetting what it means to be a living person, that has to be bad for her mental health.

Love Them 2: Angel has become one of my favorites because of how much i've put thought into who she is.

Niko -

Name: she still hasn't came up with a last name, might just take Angel's :)

Gender and Sexuality: Nonbinary and pansexul

Pronouns: she/her

Ethnicity/Species: Biracial, Japanse and Guyanese, a life sized Drawing Mannequin.

Birthplace: a black market factory that makes life sized objects to be used by witches. Birthdate, before 2016, at least.

Guilty Pleasures: ripping the skin off of witches for shit and giggles. oh and grooming dogs!

Phobias: none, nothing phases her.

Famous for: her spine chilling laugh.

Arrested for: all the murders she's done, that is, if she was ever caught.

OC Shipped: Angel of course.

OC Murder: any and all witches, Lexi, Syd.

Favorite Movie/Book: nope and nope! too busy living in the moment to sit down in one place, besides not have real hands. so the next question is useless.

Talents: is flawlessly ripping skin off of a living person a talent? Niko would say so. besides just living, Niko can change her shape into any type of doll/mannequin drawing or otherwise to hide in stores.

Love Them: she is a funny gal! creepy as shit but loyal once you've gained her trust.

Hate Them: "she. skins. people." -Syd at least 20 times.

How They Change: goes from a manic doll to a somewhat a stable person with the power of lOvE.

Love Them 2: She is perfect for Angel and that's enough for me.

Trinity -

Name: Trinity Wither Lakes

Gender: Female, Bisexual.

Pronouns: she/her.

Eithnicity/Species: Biracial, Polynesian, and African American. Werewolf and Siren.

Birthplace: Kaneohe, Hawaii. 3/17/1999.

Guilty Pleasures: Running in the woods in the middle of the night.

Phobias: being half wolf, she fears anything with silver, oh and blood.

Famous for: her speed.

Arrested for: graffiti and other forms of vandalism.

OC Shipped: Abigail. (not doing her either, sorry!)

OC Murder: Lexi, Raph, her grandparents.

Favorite Movie: Twilight and The Twilight Saga. she loves quoting the movies and books to piss everyone off, making it her favorites. Cliche would enimes to lovers.

Least Favorite: The Princess Bride, she just doesn't Get It. Cliche would be anything with angry werewolves or evil sirens. "we aren't your tropes, humans" -Trinity everytime she reads or watches something with a sexy but evil siren.

Talents: all the perks of being wolf and siren, nothing to add really.

Love Them: she is headstrong and makes for a good leader for a rebellion.

Hate Them: too loud, doesn't back down from a fight. will not shut up if someone is wronging her in public.

Change: she goes from the sheltered girl from her family's home in California to the loud rebel in Texas.

Love Them 2: Trin is like me, i don't know when to quit. if someone wrongs me i will scream it from the roof tops before i let them get away with it.

Syd -

Name: Syd Brimstone Lockwood

Gender: Female, Bisexual.

Pronouns: she/her

Ethnicity/Species: Caucasian, human.

Birthplace: Boston, Massachuestts. 4/20/1999

Guilty Pleasures: shitty reality tv, she lives for the drama. also magic, she has always been skeptical of the existence of magic so she spends much of her time researching and tracking down sightings of magic usage.

Phobias: None that i can think of.

Famous for: her deadpan delivery and humor/her resting bitch face.

Arrested for: stalking "known" supernaturals.

OC Shipped: Ainsel.

OC Murder: anyone who she follows would kill her, mainly Lexi or Raph though.

Favorite Movie: IT (2017) or a Purge movie. favorite cliche would be any boring, human trope. so like a coffee shop au.

Least Favorite: Harry Potter (okay she really enjoys the third one but she'd never admit it), cliche, would be magic. (she doesn't hate it, just that she doesn't believe.)

Talents: breaking and entering. "that's a fucking talent and you know it, Ains! i've never been caught in my life." -Syd. she is human so no powers.

Love Them: over protective of the ones she loves. would fight anyone to save Ainsel and she'd win.

Hate Them: her skepticism makes it hard for her to make friends and tears groups apart.

Change: after she meets a certain someone, she finally lets go of her overbearing skepticism and borderline hatred.

Love Them 2: i just love her character.

Ainsel -

Name: Ainsel Raven James

Gender: Female (Trans), Asexaul.

Pronouns: she/her.

Ethnicity/Species: African American (she has albinism), human.

Birthplace: Middletown, New York. 5/18/2002.

Guilty Pleasures: painting on herself, walking in the rain with no umbrella.

Phobias: fire. "You can't control it Sy-Sy!!! what if you drop that match huh?! we could go up in flames! i don't want to burn away!"

Famous For: her looks, or her happy go lucky nature.

Arrested For: Jay walking to get away from a monster or someone chasing her and Syd.

OC Shipped: Syd.

OC Murder: Lexi or Raph.

Favorite Movie: Tangled. Cliche, a happy ending.

Least Favorite: Monty Python and The Holy Grail. Cliche, a dog dying.

Talents: Her impeccable timing, always seeming to get Syd out of trouble before she is caught. "Nuh uh! none of that miss "breaking and entering!"" -Ainsel. Again a human so no powers.

Love Them: her optimism and acceptance of magic and the supernatural. how she loves everyone so fiercely and stands for what is right.

Hate Them: how happy and full of light she seems to be.

Change: She starts to stick up for herself more and learns how to fight back.

Love Them 2: i love how happy she is, i want to be that comfortable in my own skin like her.

Sebastain -

Name: Sebastain A. Montague

Gender: Male, Aromantic, Asexaul.

Pronouns: he/him.

Ethnicity/Species: Caucasian, Vampire and Sorcerer.

Birthplace: Venice, Italy. 7/25/1462

Guilty Pleasures: Ballroom Dancing. Drinking straight from the pulse.

Phobias: the sun, even if he can walk in the daylight.

Famous For: his charm and "naturally" good looks.

Arrested For: a string of murders in the east coast of the US.

OC shipped: no one, the only thing close to a relationship he has is his friendship with Red long into the future.

OC Murder: Syd tries, but she finds it's hard to kill something already dead.

Favorite Movie: he has lived for so long, he finds his memories are better than what you'll find in those picture shows. he does enjoy reading poems by Edgar Allan Poe or any of Dickinson's works. (skipping the next question)

Talents: Dancing and cooking. Powers, compulsion (vampire mind control), and the basic skillsets a sorcerer has.

Love Them: his charm, though their love is misplaced, is appreciated.

Hate Them: he is a world class bastard who knows how to use his charms to get what he wants, you.

Change: He learns to be nicer to people and not view them as just a food source.

Love Them 2: he is one cocky bastard but i wouldn't trade him for any other bitch out there.

Irri -

Name: Iradeseca the Faithful

Gender: Genderfluid, pansexual. (in a poly relationship).

Pronouns: any, but mainly goes by she/her.

Ethnicity/Species: she's.. she's an alien boss. (oqjsgsyisha) anyways she is from a race called The Marked Ones. i'll tell you all about them soon. Irri is of the Shifter classification, and is the last pure blood shifter left.

Birthplace: their (the girlfriends/partners) home planet, in the palace of the shifters. (no date because lore reasons, this will be the same for her girlfriends.)

Guilty Pleasures: her partners 😏

Phobias (more like fears): explosions, drowning, losing her girlfriends.

Famous For: her shifting ability.

Arrested For: well... L O R E

OC Shipped: Betrix, Calenni, and Desa.

OC Murder: lore

They are aliens, so i'm skipping these questions.

Talents: her speed. she is a shifter, so she can shape shift into her true form (a ice fox) and into her more humanesque form. (having two arms and two legs)

Love Them: her mysterious but gentle presence

Hate Them: her special skill and the fact she is dating Calenni and Desa in particular.

Change: Irri changes from being controlled by an oppressive regime.

Love Them 2: She is my second oldest oc, she will always have a special place in my heart.

Betrix -

Name: The Stoic Betrix

Gender: Genderfluid, pansexaul. (in a poly relationship)

Pronouns: she/her or he/him.

Ethnicity/Species: The Marked Ones, Bender classification.

Birthplace: on their home planet, in a abandoned temple of the benders.

Guilty Pleasures: smiling and being happy.

Phobias: being alone and losing his girlfriends.

Famous For: her calm, unphased demeanor.

Arrested For: same reason as Irri and Desa.

OC Shipped: Irri, Calenni, and Desa.

OC Murder: WOAH WOULD YOU LOOK AT THAT, LORE!!!

Talents: being able to take everything thrown at him without saying a word (punches, kicks, fire, etc etc). bending people in half without moving a muscle. being a bender means she can bend spaces and minds with no difficulty, leading him to control the person's mind.

Love Them: No matter what happens to her, Betrix always gets back up with twice the amount of power and the same amount of complaints, zero. a man of little words unless he is with his partners.

Hate Them: WHY WON'T SHE STAY DOWN? STOP FIGHTING ALREADY!!! dating Calenni and Desa

Change: Betrix learns how to open up more and use her words because she is allowed to speak.

Love Them 2: She is a badass. who needs to speak when you can just knock the asshole over with one push.

Calenni -

Name: Calenni the Creative

Gender: Genderfluid and pansexual. (in a poly relationship)

Pronouns: she/her and sometimes called they/them by Betrix.

Ethnicity/Species: The Marked Ones, Creator classification.

Birthplace: On their home planet, on her family's estate.

Guilty Pleasures: being taken care of, not always the one leading things.

Phobias: bugs, filith, losing her partners.

Famous For: looking like a flower or a tiny pixie creature.

Arrested for: nothing because of lore reeasons

OC Shipped: Irri, Betrix, and Desa.

OC Murder: lore.

Talents: everything she creates is one of a kind and priceless. She is a creator so she is able to make whatever comes to mind with just a tap of her fingers. and is always changing how she appearance due to creating new shapes and forms.

Love Them: she speaks out against what was happening with the creators and risked her lives for her partners, nearly dying for them.

Hate Them: didn't sit back and be the little princess she was supposed to.

Change: learned how to be independent while being able to depend on her loves.

Love Them 2: Calenni said eat the rich even if that means eat me too.

Desa -

Name: Desa the Kind

Gender: Genderfluid and pansexual (in a poly relationship)

Pronouns: any but mainly she/her.

Ethnicity/Species: The Marked Ones, Destroyer classification.

Birthplace: on their home planet, in the woods far away from civilization.

Guilty Pleasures: creating stuff!!! being able to just live and feel love and acceptance.

Phobias: destroying the ones she loves. being alone, losing her partners.

Famous For: being understanding and not judgmental.

Arrested for: lore- but also just for being caught with Calenni.

OC Shipped: Irri, Betrix, Calenni.

OC Murder: lore, but anyone but her partners.

Talents: Her forgiveness. Being able to destroy whole planets by just being on them. Detroyers can eliminate anything in their paths with little to no struggle.

Love Them: ??? what is not to love??? she is such a friggin sweetheart who wants to spend all eternity with her sweethearts.

Hate Them: being born.

Change: girl has it ROUGH let me tell you. but in the end it'll all work out and a much happier, healthier Desa will make it out on the other side.

Love Them 2: "all i want is to love what i can not destroy with a single touch, then and only then, i'll be at peace" -Desa.

BONUS!!!! BONUS ROUND!!!!

Iris -

Name: Iris the Lurer

Gender: Female and Straight (😔)

Pronouns: she/her

Ethnicity/Species: Greater Demon (dark gray/light purple complexion)

Birthplace: in the demon realm, before mankind was created.

Guilty Pleasures: using her kids as weapons to orchestrate a war. oh and 90 Day Fiance on TLC.

Phobias: love and weakness from her children.

Famous For: her natural rainbow hair.

Arrested For: mass genocide.

OC Shipped: Icarus (two slimey bastards)

OC Murder: ANGEL AND RED LIKE THE BAD BITCHES THEY ARE 😤💯

Favorite Movie: The Birdcage. Cliche would be main villainess destroying the land.

Least Favorite: The Hunger Games. "so over rated and boring CGI, why do humans enjoy this?" -Iris

Talents: being the worst mother alive, making your child into a monstrosity to benefit your delusions. her powers are mostly mental manipulation and normal demon theatrics.

Love Them: being confident, commanding, and full of herself.

Hate Them: everything she has ever done after breaking free from the demon realm with Icarus.

Change: maybe if she gets murdered she'll finally change.

Love Them 2: i like working with a villain, morally gray character like her.

THIS TOOK ALL DAY WOANSGEUOWMSB I HAVEN'T LEFT THIS TAB ALL DAY.

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narakussy · 4 years

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i’m having them biracial blues and this is 100% a rant about my life written in some weird ass...i dont know man, i got up in my feelings and it’s hardly coherent but

gif credit, cuz i couldn't get it in the actual gif adder thing

i dont think ill ever forget schoolyard taunts about my thick, black body hair. or that my eyes were demonic because if the light didn’t shine just right, they could almost be black. or that my eyebrows were too big and oh they can see a little bit of hair connecting between them. i never forgot when the girls who were supposed to be my friends started calling me broccoli nose because it’s wider than theirs, you see. or when the boy i had a crush on and a boy who’d always been my friend decided that instead of friend, i should be their yard workers or maids or harvesting their food but its funny ha ha cuz that’s what mexicans do! i wont forget that my hair was boring and why is there so much of it? why is it frizzy? “because i dont have that problem!” said the girl with strawberry hair. and the color! black, but just shy of the inkiness that is beautiful.

i won’t forget that my skin was brown or that the little girl i ran into at toys-r-us, excited and chatty because she’s a friend i thought, walked away with her mother berating “you didn’t tell me she was mexican!” as i stand next to my red-haired, light skinned cousin. i wont forget that no one could say my name proper and it was never worth the effort to try and it didn’t matter if they’d known me for years because it was too foreign on their tongue and it didn’t matter. but heaven forbid i didnt properly pronounce theirs because “its not that hard!!!!” it’s only hard when its attached to someone like me, right? even when it comes from europeans just the same, forced onto my people like the blood of theirs in my veins as a result of their violence.

i’ll never forget thinking my abuser of seven years was so beautiful, right to the very end. i wont forget being eight years old and fighting against fear every time i saw her but going all the same because she was all golden hair and ocean eyes and certainly that means shes good. even as she tells me to shave my hands, my stomach, get rid of the nasty hair that makes me look like an ape. even as she tells me my mouth is too big, my lips look like they’ve been stung. i suppose we are taught, then, from youth to see beauty in our aggressors. for how lucky we are, just to be in their presence. i felt that, in some obscure way. desperately and with all of my being i felt that and hoped and prayed and wished that i could be her.

that i could look like her. it was all i wanted, to look like her because maybe then the world would look at me and see something pretty. something worthy of love. beautiful, and good in all the ways i was told - even without words - that i couldnt be. something worthwhile.

i wanted to look like the mom who raised me. the one i wanted to be perfect for even when she never asked me to be, never even implied it. because to her, i already was. she always told me i was beautiful. braided my hair and kissed my cheek and told me all the things i got from my family that lived across the country, some still in mexico, and why it was such a beautiful thing. do you know what it’s like, that the person who sees you as a treasure is the one no one would ever connect you to? to go out with your mom and your two friends, and people are shocked to hear that youre her child and not the blue eyed blondes? even with her brown hair and hazel eyes and no features to share besides, it was more believable that they were her daughters rather than you.

their only similarity being the color of their skin and yet the message is clear even if you can’t articulate it: you couldn’t possibly be from her, someone who belongs to the group that sets the standard for beauty and worthiness.

that wasn’t me, brown skinned and dark haired and with every feature that runs strong in my papa’s family. my tia said it herself, when i was born. “oh julie, im so sorry. she has the family nose” because she knew, too. my beautiful tia who has no need for shame and she knew that my moms whiteness couldn’t protect me because their features showed full force in me, left no place for my mom’s family to show itself.

i wont forget that the world told me from day one that i was less than. i would always be less than. it’s awful funny, that i lost my love of the outdoors when i first heard that it darkened you. no more summer days spent in the pool, fingers pruning but refusing to get out. no more bike rides, gone in the morning and returned by dinner. no more outdoors karaoke or baton twirling in the driveway. the tree i once loved is abandoned and the branches i’d climbed till i couldn’t any longer grow weak and lonely with time, missing the child who’d settle in and fall asleep in its branches. the warmth of the sun was something i deprived myself of for years with only the wishes of lightening my skin, getting rid of just one of the many things that separated me from everything i thought i should be.

but i found that it didn’t matter how pale i became. because, you see, it’s not a lightness that indicates whiteness. its an “i havent seen sunlight in a year” kind, one that doesn’t fool many and never for long. and how could it? my name would betray my heritage even if my features didn’t.

at twenty-eight, i still havent recovered. i havent learned how to live under the sun again. i havent learned to rediscover that kid that would wait for the weekend and the adventures it’d bring, step outside my door and into the sunlight and stay there in the world, under the heat of the sun until it started retreat into the night.

i wont forget that all expectations of me were based around what i looked like, what they saw in my name. how surprising it was, that i might know things. how unexpected it was, that i understood anything. after all, how could i deign to perform better than some of the other girls, the ones that were expected to go places when it was quite clear where most people expected me to end up.

it didn’t take long, for anger to show itself because it was easier to show that than shame, sadness. it’s strange, that at twelve, a black girl calling me a “white bitch” was offensive for the first part rather than the last. white...white....the thing i wanted to be and yet i was angry when she called me that. angry even if i didnt understand why, at the time. but i do now. i understand the fury in my bones at that moment when she pushed me and i swung back, a kid noted for being quiet and well behaved because i couldnt believe that she saw that.

that because i was not darker then my struggle did not matter. that because i did not look like her, then my disadvantage didn’t exist. the one thing id yearned to be a part of felt like a fist to the gut to be sided with because...i wasn’t. it was the first time i realized that maybe there wasn’t a place for me. that i’d be doomed to be too white for all the people who could empathize with my struggles and too brown for all the people who’d been a source of them.

and it only got worse when people would thing, for appearance, that it was better. but its not a compliment to be fifteen and having a guy hit on you because he “likes them spicy” wink-wink, nudge-nudge. it’s not a compliment when someone wants you to be his spicy hot tamale. even when the things that were detriments about me aged into something desirable, it was twisted and tainted and never felt like anything close to acceptance.

and then....and then to get out of all of it, all those moments that tore me down and made me ashamed to be who i am and realize the beauty in my features, in my wide nose and big lips and dark hair all over my body. to learn to love these features that mark me as part of a people with a history so rich and roots so deep into the soil of this continent...to learn these things and fight against all those ideas and people who ever made me feel otherwise and then be told that it is not my place. that it isn’t true, what i said. that i am pale and so that means i am white and i don’t know racism because my mom is white.

it’s a unique thing, to be biracial, and i dont think people talk about that enough. one foot in one history, the other in another. both but not enough for either to accept you. and i know that truth, too. i remember family gatherings with my moms family. i remember feeling always like my brother and i were julie’s little mistakes. oh sure the words were not spoken but in a sea of white people who married white people and had white children...the contrast makes you aware.

aware that you are not a fit. aware that they will love you only if you never bring up your papa, never bring up the aggression against you simply for existing as a product of love and understanding between people from such different worlds. little whispers about your papa that you wont understand for years as your mom shakes her head no, no, he’s a good man because her love has never gone. changed, perhaps, from what it was. but steadfast and true. they criticize him for his drug problem but she tells of a man who always took responsibility for his failings, always admitted his wrongs, never harmed a hair on our heads.

a good man who is sick but a good man nonetheless.

both, but never fully one or the other. and they let you know that, too. even the ones you’d thought all your life were the few that accepted you fully. but then you argue, you fight to defend your people against the new husband of a cousin you loved so much. the anger...the anger feels like a heart about to explode because it isn’t all anger. its fear and sadness and hurt and the anger is what you grasp onto, inflate as you stand shaking to take a breath, get distance before a panic attack has set in. you do that a lot in life.

and you hate crying but you sit on the front porch doing it anyways. your mom knows better than to follow but your aunts dont. so they come and they talk and they try to ask whats upsetting because well we were talking politics, people don’t always agree.and you scream, voice breaking “he’s talking about my people!” because how could you have ever identified with whiteness? but you don’t find understanding or comfort. only your favorite aunt, the one you loved for so many years, the one you thought accepted you no matter what, says with just as much passion: “we’re your people!”

and you realize, in your mid-twenties after a lifetime of being mistaken, that the acceptance is only if you throw away a part of yourself. that only if you will forget your mexican half do you matter. that they would prefer to forget you’re not white because how can they possibly love you if you arent?

it’s a lonely thing, too. because your papa is sick and he did not do right by you in the all right ways. and you spend your childhood missing him, wanting to live with him because living with mom is too painful if that’s what it will be like. but it bitters, too. childish ignorance cant last forever and for years you are angry, furious, refusing to see his sickness as that and instead as a choice he made.

he chose to leave you. to stay with a woman who looks like him, to create a child who belongs. one who learns his native language and gets all that you dont. the good and the bad. it....hurts, that the first words your little brother says to you are in a language you cant understand because your father...he lived far away for so long and where else could you learn when your mom can’t speak it, either? he’s three and spanish will be his first language and age will bring anger that this is so when your attempts through your life just never seem to work.

you just cant seem to make the words right. they feel wrong on your tongue and youre sure it’d make anyone who knows the language laugh.

people often dont get why i am offended by being called white. because well, im not, for one. sure, my skin is pale but my features are not those of a white person. to reduce it to that is so offensive when my experience has been lived as a person of color. it’s rare that people assume i’m white. and yea, it makes me mad when they do.

because i haven’t benefited from whiteness. i have never been treated as it. ive noticed people treat me poorly by my name alone, before they’ve even seen me. my MOTHER has noticed this. she kept my fathers name and she’s told me before appointments made at new places, she is often regarded more rudely but when she shows up and they see her whiteness, it changes.

for me, though, the biggest indicator is that other mexicans seem to....know. its a blessing and a curse. its adorable when little mexican kids come up to me, start trying to say something in spanish. it makes me feel this...wanting. to be a part of that culture, to learn more that i havent been able to because im across the world from everyone who was meant to connect me to it. but it hurts, too, because its another realization of my defect.

that i am a part of them, but only partly. and not everyone is so kind. some will see my distance from my heritage as sign enough that im not a part of it at all.

this...really got away from me and honestly, i dont even feel like ive really scratched the surface. this wasn’t meant to be a “poor me” but to be honest.....just because people have it worse than i do, and i KNOW they do, doesn’t make my suffering less significant.

so much in my life i have been told my people of color that i cant say anything and i have no right to it and this and that and whatever because my skin is pale. some try to make me say im white passing if i must engage but you know what...fuck that

if i was white passing, this post wouldn’t exist.

#personal #man this got away fromme aklfhjlakdjfkajh #LEGIT LIKE A RUNAWAY TRAIN #it was borne of a post i was gonna make about something i noticed about my writing and then it segued into me having emotions #look i dont talk about like....this a whole lot #basically cuz ive been shamed into not talking about it lmao #i dont expect this to be read cuz its yanno mostly for me but #its...nice if you do?#idk how to explain this but if you read this post i just wanna say like...thanks for caring enough about what i have to say to read it #that means a lot #i feel like the contents of this would be obvious but lmao #racism cw #abuse cw #uhhh idk what else #i dont think im missing anything

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therealdragonnerdagain · 6 years

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Um, no they don’t. Distrusting, mistreating, and ostracizing other black people due to skin tone is pretty much the definition of colorism.

Light-skin people are not white people. The person who wrote this is biracial and is writing from a biracial viewpoint. They openly stated that the world read them as “white,” so that would have made their experience significantly different from someone like me, who was often read as black or black enough to be irrationally hated. In fact, the author is pretty much a white person.

But a light-skin black person with two black parents like me? I’m black, bitch. I might look mixed, but I’m black, and making assumptions about me based on my skin tone -- and then treating me badly because of those assumptions -- is prejudice.

Biracials need to sit the fuck down and stop speaking for all light-skin people.

#colorism

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msblackriver · 7 years

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Fly on the wall Elephant in the room

It makes me feel uncomfortable. People talk as if I am a fly on the wall when I should be the elephant in the room. Comments they make, about black people in front of me because I am different or I am not like “them." But it makes me feel uncomfortable, and of course they do not know that. If they did they would refrain from the stupidity they are engaging in. “Black people this, black people that”, like I am so far from. Like it is impossible for me to be one of them. Well I surely am not one of you. And although I am not exactly them, I am much closer to them than I am to you. By black you mean African American and I am not that, but I am black.

I am an East African and I have had this conversation before with people. There is a number of things to consider about my experiences. First I do not look like what some people expect black people to look like. I’m not saying that I don’t look black or African, but I am saying that I have been told that I do not look Black or African, which explains to me the disassociation in people's minds. I most definitely look East African, and some people believe this is not what a “true” black person looks like. To those who are familiar with Eritreans or Ethiopians they recognize me as one. One girl at work asked me where my parents are from and when I replied East Africa she asked “both of them”? Her mouth hung open in shock when I told her "yes". “But what color are they”? “Their color is similar to mine”. She was speechless. There are variations in skin tone. facial features and body types in African people. Also it’s not just how you look, even dark skinned Jamaicans and Nigerians are treated differently by White Americans, Mexican Americans etc. Why? Because they are culturally different and non threatening to white washed people. They stand out, easily spotted and sorted, they may talk

with an accent and they may dress differently. They don’t carry the same generational mistrust and unease in the presence of white people that many African Americans do. The African American fearing white people feel comfortable in their presence, they feel welcomed by their lack of bad experiences with their race and may occasionally say unintentionally offensive things in their company. Malcolm Gladwell said it’s called moral licensing. Someone may feel they are not racist by associating with people of a different race and by doing so feel justified in expressing negative thoughts and feelings they may have on that group of people. The “black friend” thing.

The bashing of American blacks I believe is very common within different cultural groups, including other black groups such as Caribbeans and Africans. I have heard a good amount of it within my group of people. The remarks can be outright or implied. Somehow everyone got the memo that it was okay to do this. Probably in an effort to differentiate oneself, and to reinstate your own patriotic beliefs that you come from a special group of people. A good looking group of people who keep a clean house, cook the best food, are hard working, and don't steal and rob. You don't shoot guns, and your women are honorable and the men polite. Whats messed up is that it is agreed upon by those participating in this conversation that it is acceptable and factual. “I hate to say it but..” “it’s not racist if it’s true.” That was spoken by a Greek Orthodox priest during Sunday service expressing his discontent with Muslims, “it’s not racist if it’s true.” I was there with my mother and sister and was surprised that a Priest was including this in his sermon. It was either 9/11 or 4th of July one of the patriotic anniversaries because I remember the Star Spangled Banner was played.

One blond skin head looking kid I once worked with at Benihana’s thought it was funny to share a disturbingly racist story at work. He was sitting at the table with another young white boy and an Asian woman in her mid 30’s. They laughed like they did not see how disgusting it looked to someone like me. Well the skin head looking boy started off talking about how his dad did not like black people. He had come to Benihana’s and because of the way they do seating there often times you will be seated with strangers. Each table seats 8 so if you are by yourself or have a small party you will most likely be seated with another family or group of friends. His dad was seated with a group of black people, and he asked to be moved. “Because he doesn’t like black people, and they were really dumb." They all laughed like they were watching Chris Rock’s comedy special. Then the story gets worse, “yeah my dad hates black people, he’s from Texas and said I should become a police officer and move to Texas. Down there you can beat the shit out of black people and get away with it.” They are all sitting there and laughing like it was funny to them. This kid who could only beat anyone behind the protection of a Police Officers uniform because he was 100 pounds in his Minnesota winter boots,and jacket. I could not believe my ears. I have been around and heard fucked up things, casually racist remarks and what not but my experience at Benihana's was unreal. The staff of mostly Asians did not give a fuck. They openly expressed their disappointment about being given another black table. “Brotha sista” they called them, “too many brotha sista.” They did not want to serve them because they didn’t tip well and were demanding, not completely untrue. However when 30 or

so percent of the customers are black you will have to serve them, it is inevitable, because of the neighborhood it happened to be in. I kind of wanted to call 20/20 so they could do an undercover report and Benihanas would get busted? I’m not sure who would be held responsible. I bet you it’s the same bitches working there now, miserable bitches don’t go nowhere they don’t move on and get different jobs. Then how could they bitch and moan every 15 minutes about “brotha sista”, “why are they giving me all the black tables”? “Because they like this particular server they are giving her all the good tables.” Some supposed restaurant politics if you get in good with the host they will give you all the good tables meaning they will give you all the white people. 3 of the hosts were black 2 of which were half black they were the managers sons, all the managers were Japanese. They knew about the complaints which they somehow took lightly it didn’t seem to bother them too much. They would just say “shut up” and laugh about it. But nothing as bad as I witnessed from this little white leprechaun. I approached him, he was now by himself, and told him, “You can say what you want when you are at home or outside of work but you can not talk about that here.” He was caught off guard and defensive. “Are you racist”? “Um no he stuttered, “my dad is”. He apologized that he offended me and clarified that his dad was the racist. He was young 20 years old I believe he was at a point in his life when he did not know what he was. He was undecided in his stance, unsure of himself. I know that no one would say those things in front of me if I looked like Michael Jordan. Also another interesting thing is when I later told the story to other coworkers one of which was a Filipino woman who was one of the nicer ones but still not free of discriminatory behavior. I said “why did he say that in front of me”. Her response was “don’t get mad, you’re not black you’re half and half”. I said “no i’m not”. Somehow she made up that I was biracial and in her mind if I was biracial I should not get mad when negative remarks were made about black people, because I should be happy to disassociate myself because I was not full black? What kind of logic is that? Then I think a light bulb went off in her head, “oh so that means you don’t like when I say things about black people”? I said well I wouldn’t talk about Mexican’s in front of them gesturing towards a group of Hispanics, some of them being Mexican “see see, she said eagerly they are not all Mexican, Salvadorians don’t like to be called Mexican either.” Her boyfriend was Salvadorian so I guess she was in a position to speak on their behalf. I never said they were all Mexican her guilt made her feel the need to gas light and accuse me of being racially insensitive somehow equating me with everyone else there that said anything racist. Confusing a Salvadorian for a Mexican is not the same as calling a Salvadoran stupid and saying that you want to be a cop so you can beat them up. It would simply be ignorant but not hateful, Like when someone assumes i’m Somalian or Ethiopian it’s a stupid assumption but not racist or hateful, just ignorant. The thing is I never said they were all Mexican I simply gave an example. I was well aware that some were Salvadoran and could tell you who was what but she was so eager to attack me so that she wouldn’t feel bad about herself. Whats messed up is I know that I should of corrected the behavior before. It did make me feel uncomfortable but I did not and part of the reason is because I was used to hearing the exact same things from my own people, and the truth is although I never agreed it didn’t upset me as much coming from my own.

#prejudice #minority #being black #fly on the wall #unwelcome

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multiracialmedia-blog · 7 years

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Stages of Being Biracial: Briana Pipkin Âû

Age 7: My realization about race probably comes later than many. I always thought people with brown/dark skin were black & people with light skin were white. I had only seen Hispanics & Asians sparingly around town, but I never gave much thought about these two groups since I never saw them at school. When I began 2nd grade, kids asked me if I was adopted. I knew I wasn’t, but when they asked me why my mom was brown & I was white, I didn’t know the answer. I asked my mom if I was adopted & she told me I wasn’t. She told me that I was black, but I was just light. I asked my paternal grandfather what my race was & he said “whatever you want it to be”. Probably not the best answer when a kid has no concept of race, so I told kids that I was white like my dad. They accepted it and we would go about our day. My dad and his grandfather are also light (my grandfather was often mistaken for a white man), so whenever they came to my school, the image seemed to match up. Random adults often told me “you look like the little girl from Eve’s Bayou (Jurnee Smollett)”.

Hello! My name is Briana Pipkin Âû and this is my Stages of Being Biracial.

Also age 7: One of my childhood friends was a black girl I grew up with. Her parents were very pro-black (her mom strongly dislike white people). She loved to play with dolls, so I would always bring my doll from the animated movie “Anastasia”. I had black & white Barbie dolls, but I hated them and was a complete tomboy. I intentionally broke the Barbie dolls & only cared for Disney dolls since I love the movies. My friend’s mom always felt the need to comment about why I shouldn’t have white dolls, I shouldn’t wear flip flops, listen to rock music (these were all white people things), have white friends, or like white boys because white people smelled like wet dogs. She would sometimes call me “Sarah Jane” (tragic mulatta character from Imitation of Life 1959 version). I didn’t see the movie until I was 12, but when I finally did, the comment pissed me off. I definitely developed personal issues when it came to color, but not to that extreme. My friend eventually picked up her mom’s views when it came to race, so I stopped going to her house as often. We still keep in touch because our families are close & we grew up thinking we were cousins.

11: “White bitch” became my nickname at a new school. This was the first school I attended that was predominately black & Mexican. Mexican kids didn’t like me because they knew I wasn’t Mexican. They also didn’t like 2 Cuban girls who were cousins. The black kids didn’t like me because they didn’t think I was black. They constantly called me “white bitch”, “stuck up”, pulled my hair, etc. I got into my first physical fight & surprisingly, I was the one who walked away without bruises & a black eye. It was my first time experiencing colorism. The only people I had to talk to were the 2 Cuban girls & the only white girl in our grade (possibly the school). I developed ideas about color superiority, which is why I’m very quick to tell people that this is not always taught at home. This lasted until I got into high school.

12: I started at a Catholic school for 7th grade. An 8th grade boy from New Orleans asked me if I was Creole like him. I didn’t know what that was, but he told me that I likely was because I looked like it. I asked my paternal grandfather if we were Creole & he said that we were. He taught me about our family history & it made sense why dishes like gumbo, Étouffée, crawfish cornbread, jambalaya, etc were common in the house, especially during Thanksgiving. I later became aware that there is not actually Creole “look”, but my dad’s family fits the physical stereotype that people think of: Light skin and “good” hair that isn’t tightly curled. Everyone except for me & my dad also have light colored eyes. The boy from my school definitely looked like he could have been my brother.

15: I was accepted into an Arts Magnet high school that’s considered one of the most diverse schools in the city. I was best friends with a mulatto girl and it was the first time I knew another mulatto person outside of my family. While there was a pretty close number between black & white students (only a handful of Hispanics & even fewer Asians), we still mostly kept separate racial groups when it came to hanging out. My main circle until graduation consisted of the biracial girl & 2 white girls, but I got along & spoke to many black or Hispanic schoolmates. Some white girls seemed to be fond of telling me how I wasn’t “really black” and that’s why they were friends with me, but not with “real” black people. In my ignorance, I took it as a compliment. I had just started going natural around this time, but transitioned with my hair flat ironed. Many of the kids & even teachers would initially take me as Hispanic or white. My mom & I would always laugh about teachers reactions when they saw her for the first time. I had a racist math teacher who seated us according to race with whites in the front & blacks in the back. I was on the very first row with one of my white friends & 2 other girls. My mom came to class to get me early one day & when I started to get up, the teacher told me to sit back down & she looked at the other students in the back to see who would get up. My mom said she was there for me & the teacher looked at me with her mouth wide open. As I was getting ready to leave, a girl who was on the row with me whispered “is that your mammy?” I thought it was her way of saying mom, so I said it was. Once I found out about a year later what she really asked, I wanted to slap her. I was about 98% accepting of the fact that I was mixed, but the other 2% still wanted to be white. Not because of viewing them as better or blacks as less, but I was frustrated when I would hear from white students, mostly girls, that I was “almost” white. What the hell was “almost”? I found out it was because I have a “black” nose & as what was meant to be good advice, if I got a nose job, I could be white. I also heard the “almost” white remarks from the white women at my mom’s job, but I don’t know what “almost” meant to them.

Also age 15 (maybe 16): My black aunt, whom I’m very close to, was a foster mother. She always had black or biracial kids (black/white), but at one point, she got a 3 or 4 year old white girl. She was very sweet & loving at first, but didn’t feel comfortable around men. The men in my family are black, so I’m not sure if it was a race thing or males in general, but she always screamed and cried whenever they tried to touch her. She was allowed visitation with her grandmother & in the weeks that followed, the girl’s behavior changed. Her mother later told my aunt that the grandmother was racist, so she had likely painted a bad image of black people that scared the girl. She started acting out, but was always very well behaved when I babysat her & she always wanted to be with me. While I was giving her a bath one night, she told me that she didn’t like black people. “I like you because you’re white like me” she told me. I didn’t want to crush her or make her scared, so I didn’t correct her. I still think about all the foster kids, especially her.

College: I attended university in southeast TX. On the positive side, there was a large mixed community, mostly of Creoles, and the culture was very present. Nobody stared at me or asked “what are you” unless it was a student who didn’t really know about the city. I bonded with an older Creole student & her family felt and looked like my dad’s. I spent a lot of time with them. On the downside, the mindset of many people were still stuck in the 1950’s. Not only with race, but the idea that women should take care of the house, men are dominant, etc. This was seen across race & age groups. One of my favorite sociology professors was Jewish & she talked about the death threats/harassment she would get for being Jewish & how it would increase during the semester when she talked about white privilege. I learned that people my age (late teens-early 20s) thought the word “colored” was an appropriate term. I took the time to educate them if I could tell in other ways that they weren’t intentionally trying to be rude. A student who was 22 hadn’t even met a black person until she came to college. My hair, when straightened, came down right to my chest, so I explained many times that my hair doesn’t grow long just because of white ancestry. Since my look was common there, it didn’t fool other races like it did at home. I spent my time at university hanging out with people of color with the exception of a Cajun woman in my major who was much more intelligent & open-minded. I also had my first experience with discrimination when I applied to school’s graduate program. I wasn’t accepted & when I questioned the department chair, I was told it was because I made a “C” in a class. One “C” the entire 3 years (I graduated early). I guess when you have blonde hair or your dad is a judge, you can make several C’s while being outwardly disrespectful to professors & still get into graduate school. At least that’s what I was shown. Grades & the fact that most of my professors, including the department chair, praised my intelligence in class didn’t really matter. I rarely ever come to the initial conclusion that race is a factor for when people are treated unfairly, but in this case, I couldn’t think of any other possible explanation especially after I retook the class again and made an “A” only to once again be denied.

Briana is a 25 year old who was born and raised in Texas. She enjoys reading, watching movies, and learning more about race relations in America.

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