Chinese AmericanFor almost three years now, I have been in an interracial relationship; he is Chinese and I'm a skinny little white girl from Indiana.
For the two of us, one of the best parts of our relationship is experiencing each other's traditions and culture. I love learning about China, and he took me there in 2005. I'm even learning Mandarin now! And on his end, he loves the "midwestern" and "American" culture -- things like country cooking, various "quaint" traditions, etc. It's so fun to watch his face light up when he hears about something new that he wants to try.
Although we might not get as much prejudice as another interracial couple might, sometimes it isn't as easy as I would like. We tend to get a lot of strange looks when we're together in public, especially when we go to visit my parents in Indiana or when we're in China. It's hard to find people who are in our exact situation, especially because he was born in China and his parents still travel back and forth fairly often, and because it's usually white *guys* dating Chinese *girls*.
It can also be frustrating when we visit/talk to my family because they don't understand how China has changed, and they still see it as part of a "yellow peril" or "red country." They haven't seen it through my eyes; they haven't experienced what it's like to actually be in a country so rich with history and tradition. And so they make off-color jokes (which my boyfriend doesn't really take offense to, but I get very embarrassed) and get up in arms when I talk about visiting or living in China.
We don't let it get us down, though, because we know that our love, and the life we have together, is bigger and deeper than the color of our skin or the shape of our eyes or the language we first learned.
lianhua 21-25, F 10 Responses 3 Nov 2, 2007