You Can't Help Who You Love...

i there peeps and creeps! Again, I know it's been a while since I have posted anything but I have genuinely had a writer's block for quite some time. Yes, I could've posted about the Elections and the fact that an Orange wearing a wig is now the new Antichrist President of the United States of 'Murica, but that would mean adding politics to my blog which I intend to avoid and wouldn't want to encourage here. Now, going back to the subject of the day: true love.

Now this is probably going to sound like the slogan to a Hallmark Valentine's Day movie, but... you can't help who you love. It's not your mind that chooses that individual for you, it's your heart. Which is why I despise it when a couple is being discriminated for choosing someone of a different race, age,orientation or nationality even. Who are you to criticize someone's choice just because you don't agree with it? Ok fine, I am no Mary Do-Gooder, and I have judged couples for their choices for partners before but I still try my best not to judge people for who they love. 

If I had a penny for every time someone asked me why I was attracted to my boyfriend who is White, and simply assumed I was hating my own race, I'd be a millionaire. And on top of that I can feel them judging me already. "Oh.. He's white. But what's wrong with our men?" This is probably the most annoying statement I have received. How dare you believe that I don't find men of my race attractive? I can name some of those that I find attractive too, except my heart hasn't chosen any of them. My heart has chosen someone who is a good match for me. Now why is that so hard for some people to accept and simply assume the worst out of it.

It's just sad to know that there are still people out there that are stuck in that mindset whereby the possibility of loving someone unfamiliar to them is either blasphemous or worthy of having you removed from their will. And what's innovative is that by 2030, there won't be one distinct race but rather a large majority of the world's population will be mixed. How amazing is that. I think it's time for even the most closed minded people to open up and accept that their daughters, sons and third gendered children will date without barriers. 

The point is, regardless of whoever you like (that boy you talk to in class, that coworker with the great smile, that DJ at the club you frequent, that construction worker down at your building or even that guy on the train who's the same age as your dad- as long as you are both consenting adults), do not let society or those around you make you feel guilty for doing so. Instead remember that this is the person you will likely spend your life with or even if it doesn't work out, the person you would have wonderful memories with and you and only you are in control of your happiness. 

So the next time someone speaks ill of your relationship, you can show them the door because outside is where they probably belong.