friends and family included — trying to tell me who I am and who I’m not.
I’m biracial and it’s not my job to ease your discomfort.
Tara Hackley

I am biracial too…why the fuck is this the case? We are always something to someone. Can’t we just be us? Instead of some construct of someone else’s reality…so sick of it.

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