In Rochester everyone appeared to me as clones, walking down school halls clad in American Eagle apparel with Aroma Joe’s coffee cups in hand, but at TU everything clicked.Gay, bisexual, straight, transgender, black, white, Asian, it was there and it was beautiful. “I can’t believe you dumped me for a n*%$#@.” Telling your parents about your new boyfriend is hard enough when his skin is the same color as yours, but it becomes even more difficult when he is at the opposite end of the color spectrum as you.How many times had I said “Mom, I met this guy, he’s white”?No matter how anxious I was to tell my family about my boyfriend, I felt proud of my interracial relationship, like we were the result of the world uniting and becoming a better place.He showed me new music, food, and gave me a new perspective to consider.
I was pushed out of my comfort zone and I learned more than I ever would have had I been with some someone who grew up just as I did.The most significant difference among them is that this Rochester belongs to a New England state that is listed in bold when you Google “Least diverse state.” If you flip through my year book from senior year, you will count 3 black students in my class, only one of them being male.Although New Hampshire is over 94% “white alone”, (and zero percent Native American) my high school proudly flaunts the Red Raider mascot, a stereotypical Native American with a face tinted blood red (Census Bureau, 2014). I grew up in one of the seventeen cities in the United States named Rochester (Wikipedia, 2015). ” didn’t become frequently asked questions until I began attending school at Towson University (TU) as a freshman.
Most daters on mainstream sites like OKCupid, Tinder and are white.