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In my graduating class, there were four people of color: me, my cousin Natasha, and two other people. I found myself in love with someone unfamiliar, whose world was vastly different than my own, and who fell outside of the cultural safety zone I knew so well.
There were seventy-three people in our graduating class in 2001. Being with white women was the opposite of my own life, a life I felt so disconnected from as the daughter of a formerly incarcerated woman. I fell in love with a Sri Lankan woman named Dinushka.
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.
Both our families struggled to understand that our sexuality was rooted in our identity and ultimately in our right to love one another.
But it was delicious and different and just right, so perfectly us.
Since that morning, our meals, much like our family has become beautifully blended: curry and collard greens, biscuits and rotti!
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.