The same people who despise you for identifying as mixed? Those are the same people who, when you do identify as black, despise you for not being black enough. It’s not really a secret, but I’ll frame it to you as one. You have to graduate, then you can do what you want.’ ‘Here’s the deal: you come with me, then you have to finish up at another school. And there was elation, until I rolled over and saw that my increased pleasure was caused by the fact that the condom had broken and rolled back over my cock like a rubber wedding ring. I arrived at the greatest three seconds of my young existence. Here is my chance to be categorized as black, with an asterisk. The only influence I have over this perception, if any, is in the initial encounter. The people who see me as black cannot imagine how a sane, intelligent person could be so blind not to understand this, despite my pale-skinned presence. The people who see me as white always will, and will think it’s madness that anyone else could come to any other conclusion, holding to this falsehood regardless of learning my true identity. Whoever sees the hag will be equally resolute. Whoever sees the beauty will always see the beauty, even if the image of the hag can be pointed out to exist in the same etching. I am as visually duplicitous as the illustration of the young beauty that’s also the illustration of the old hag.
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