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Though they seemed to have some trepidation, they genuinely welcomed me.I’d gained more family in one hour than I’d ever thought I’d get in a lifetime.We met when online dating was a little less transactional and more experiential (at least for lesbians). We shared very intimate parts of our souls with an honesty I found to be so lacking in others.During those conversations over email, she offered me pieces of herself, pieces she had not given to others. I found myself seen as that “token black girl” and I accepted it. I went to a small high school in a small town on Eastern Long Island located two hours south of New York City. Because I’d grown up going to schools filled with predominantly white people.Our online profiles revealed the weight of the heartache from past relationships, the struggle of being the “token” people of color in our white communities, and it gave us the opportunity to let our guards down just wide enough to let each other in.
Also, brown and black women had never appealed to me. Eventually, they immigrated to the United States when she was 5 years old.What was growing was not something I had experienced before.Her voice, her expression, her experience was a new world and yet I connected with her authenticity, and I opened up about my life with her.I wasn’t afraid to share my differences, my background, and my blackness.
I felt so connected to her, a connection so magnetic not even my old dial-up internet service could slow it down.
We just simply listened to the stories; the coming out stories, the battles fought and won, the love we wanted from others, the family conflicts, and the deep desires.