The names they’ve called me

The Half of It

“Oh God, not again,” I thought to myself as a new Tinder match messaged me. “So… what are you?” I could honestly make a living from charging $5 every time I’ve been asked this question. My ethnic ambiguity is so confusing to people that they feel entitled to know exactly
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Biracial baby blues

The Sidebar

To be honest, I don’t feel like I fit in in Latinx/Chicanx spaces. Not because people aren’t welcoming or supportive, but because I feel like I don’t belong there.
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Covering all the bases

The Sidebar

Though I don’t feel like I’m unusual, the fact that I don’t perfectly fall into easy classifications suddenly throws other people off.
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