#mixerace

Which one is black ? Your dad or your mum ? The question of my life, I suare.I always wonder if the question would have been different if I had been in AfricaSomething like which one is white ? your father or your mother ?So you got it now, I'm mixed race. at the same time, its basically written on my face. It's like Duras when she talks about her "alcohol face"

End note : This  alcohol face came before the alcohol. Alcohol came to confirm it. I had in me the space for it, I knew it like the others - but curiously, before the time " Marguerite Duras, L'amant, Paris Edition de Minuit, 1984 p15

I’ve had it in me, the face of mixed races, like others I knew it but strangely after the hour...after the hour, because been born mixed race doesn't give you an instant mixed race identity.

Advertising break : Today get special price for the instant mixed race powder.  (soft feminine voice) In a cup, pour the mixed race powder, add a little bit of boiling water and Voilà.

No ! not as simple as putting on a fake tan.

There is a guy that says that the perception of mixed race is based on the obvious difference between two races that creates a conscience of distance.

I agree with that, and I didn't realise that there was an other in me. 

The other : the black , the other : the white.

So I have created an ode to the amalgam .

I want a big black cock, seriously who doesn't want a big black cock ? But with white privileges.

I want that once in my life, just once, my hair look groomed, then I can show off, Advertising break:  Because I worth it.

I want to tear appart the past, to glue it, to cut it, to torn it in little pieces...selecting some pieces, to re-connect them and inverse the tendance like this time its the blacks that colonise the whites and then....hold on... 

This would leave me in the exact same position.

Actually, I rather be invisible then...It reminds me this tv serie, it was on when I was little, you know ...oh yeah the incredible life of the invisible man.