Most people, upon seeing me, think I’m full on Asian and as such, I receive a lot of questions of “Where are you from?” to which I promptly reply, “Portsmouth, OH”. And of course, you can deduce that causes a lot of confusion and stammering of said rude stranger re-phrasing their question to get at what they really want to know… my ethnicity.
Obviously, I know what they’re asking, but I like to make it difficult for people who do not properly convey the nature of their inquiry.
I’m an asshole like that.
You would be too if you had to endure decades of scenarios similar to a strange woman screeching “Are you Chinese!?” in the women’s clothing department of Target.
(Sidenote: Why the fuck does it matter “what” I am??)
I know most people can’t see it, but if you look closely, you’ll see that I have that softening of the features that happens when you’re not a purebred such as myself. Half of me is white with a bloodline originating from France and the Netherlands… I think.
Someday, I’ll get on that genealogy quest. Maybe I’ll discover my European ancestors hail from one of Les Plus Beaux Villages de France (The Most Beautiful Villages of France).
And then, I’ll have some exploring to do… ♥♥♥
Happy Wanderlustin’, folks!
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