I'll post. Let's see...
Hmmmm...I have a lovely mixed pot of origins. and relatives. I don't even know my own race. but I know what I look like.
I love it because...sorry to say this, y'all, but I use my race to my full freakin advantage. Ex: go to school, looking all sweet and innocent. The teachers start to trust me. Heck, they love me! And I don't even do anything! Then all of a sudden...BAM!!!!! somebody is tryin to he stereotypical. Usually about blacks. About how they're all loud and rude and argumentative and stuff.
"They're so mean! They never shut up and they all sell drugs and go to jail and look so scary and..." this is, of course, before they remember that I'm there. I don't know why, but people have told me they consider me white...ridiculous notion.
So I be all like "Now looky herr guuuuuuuurl. I was doin my drug dealin yesterday, and my man was allllll over me. He couldn't keep his haaaaaands offa me. And he aint black. So you can just back up. Back. Up. We ain't gone to jail yet and we ain't gone get caught. So you gone and fix yo little hair--cuz you need to do somethin to that do. That do is messed UPPPP--and gone bout ya bizzzzness." all said in an accent...y'all know what I'm talkin about.