Man, I love platonic crushes.
In high school I began noticing, really noticing, how beautiful my friends were. I wanted to hang out with them all the time—smell all the perfume bottles on the tops of their dressers, read every book they’d ever read, hear all the songs playing in their headphones. I wanted to be close to them. Or be them. I didn’t know which one it was. I’m queer now, but it definitely wasn’t a queer thing. I loved these girls platonically, and I loved them completely.
A conversation about growing up biracial.
i love rookie but i never really thought it would have anything like this:
“If your race is not immediately apparent, or doesn’t conform to certain stereotypes, people immediately start policing it.”