The Blasian Blues

I had a great time at the Hell-o-Ween BBW Bash on Sunday. For all of you that didn’t go ( which is EVERYONE that told me they were going to go) you missed a really fun time.

I have to admit I was in a piss-y mood for the first 20 mins or so. The promoter introduced me to the bouncer, who was inquiring about my name. The promoter said, She’s Black and Korean, the bouncer started laughing at me. He guffawed and said ,You ain’t half nothing you a regular ass black chick.

I don’t know why people constantly want to remind me that I’m black. I’ve never claimed not to be, shit in this instance I never even brought it up, someone else did. I’m well aware that I look black. Of course I do. I AM BLACK. I came from the loins of a black woman. Why does it surprise people that I don’t look like a choco-dipped geisha girl. My mother is a very beautiful dark skinned woman. I did not get her skin tone, I got my a mix of her and my father. I do not have stereotypical “Asian” eyes. Newsflash neither does my father. His eyes have a fold.

Why do people think I’m denying my blackness or trying to diminish it by acknowledging who the fuck I am.

So for anyone that ever meets me, please refrain from all forms of this. This means the whole, “you don’t look Asian?” thing too. I never said I looked Asian motherfuckers. My dad is. My mother isn’t. Should it really be shocking that I look like my Mom?

Do I have to bring a punnet square around with me every bloody place I go so I can explain genes and trait heredity to people?

Author: N'jaila

N'jaila Rhee grew up in north New Jersey and graduated with a degree in Journalism and Communication media from Rutgers University in 2009. Rhee began exotic dancing while attended classes at Rutgers, and still dances at special events. Currently working professionally in media in the NYC metro area, she enjoys writing erotica, eating Nilla wafers and giggling at the word "balls". View all posts by N'jaila