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I think it all hit me hard, the night of our wedding that I’d gained a large Sri Lankan family in addition to my own large African American family.
Not only had I just married the woman of my dreams, but joining us were also an array of colorful (and sometimes verbose) Aunties and Uncles, some related by blood and many not.
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 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.
We tried to arm ourselves with the tools we thought we’d need to effectively combat the naysayers: the family and friends who didn’t quite understand us or our sexuality or why we would want to be together.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.For thirty days, we corresponded like a game of table tennis.Dinushka was from a country that outlawed homosexuality and I was from a conservative Baptist home.
Both our families struggled to understand that our sexuality was rooted in our identity and ultimately in our right to love one another.Though they seemed to have some trepidation, they genuinely welcomed me.