When I moved to Canada as a new teenager, walking around with all the cultures scared the crap out of me. But my parents did an amazing thing - they dropped me into the midst of a culture mosaic. My first class in Canada was rich with Africans, Sri Lankans, Russians, French, English, Polish, Indians - etc. The fun part was I was like a pig in mud - I enjoyed it immensely and began meeting people who was as curious about me as I was about them.
At fourteen I had my first 'boyfriend' lol. You know, back then we thought we were hardcore walking around holding hands and giggling at every bad joke he gave. But he was from India. He often times joked that he was kidnapped by aliens but what he meant was he was adopted by Caucasian Canadians who ensured he retained his culture and his knowledge of Urdu. It was amazing to me.
As I got older, I began submersing myself into all the cultures around me from the food, to the histories to the clothing to the languages and the dances and movies. By the time I was in grade 11 in high school, I knew more about Hindi movies than most people from Bollywood.
That same year, one of my English teacher found out my dirty little secret - I could string sentences together and make other people enjoy it. She gave an assignment where we had to research a genre of literature, and write a short story in that genre. I wrote a story (MF) called Under a Blue Moon it was a romance short about a woman who was blind and thought love would never find her because she couldn't see it coming. There was no sex scene in it but it was a White male and Black female. I scored an A and a lecture from her about how I should take my writing more seriously.
After I graduated high school, I decided to take her up on her offer. When I wanted to decide what to write, I didn't set out to write Interracial. I just wanted to write something about two people who just happened to be from a different background who fall in love.
But as I look back, I realise that I am in love with all things interracial. From relationships to friendships. Maybe I'm biased because my best friend is Caucasian but I find I work better in a group of friends who are from every spectrum of the colour wheel. My thing is, if we weren't all meant to be friends we wouldn't all be here. There is something so much more wonderful about people who are different coming together, realizing they're different but sharing life because there is so much we can learn from each other. I'm not saying you're supposed to hate your 'own kind' what I'm saying is keep an open mind. Be kind to everyone. Sure you cannot be friends with everyone and sometimes personalities clash, but what friendship doesn't have their moments? Delve into other cultures and see what happens. Who knows? If we didn't open ourselves up none of us wouldn't be doing the Gagnam Style or listening to some awesome Kpop or Jpop music. Without an open mind, there wouldn't be any Jai Ho...
So allow yourself to delve into a culture...you can come out the other side with some amazing stories, some awesome food, great art and just maybe, an fan-tabstic friend!