None of this – none of this – is about my dating life, my love life, my sex life, or any other angst I have.
It’s all about the crippling pain of knowing that even my very own mother – the womb that actually gave birth to me – believed that a white male had more value than an Asian male, whereby warranting that I was only to allowed to be born by virtue of having a white father. That would mean that I am perpetually less according to the uterus out of which I shot.
This is from another post I found on Reddit, not by me. Hopefully this will help others to understand the agony of having this kind of parent (and father, who was well aware of her racism and still decided to humor her with his cock). Meaning, essentially, that both were racists.
By empirical evidence I can determine that my mother’s preference is anything but unbiased given the commonness of the pairing which indicates that my mother was practicing a form of hypergamy (both physical and social). In her defense the idea was probably to give me a better life but the trauma of the pairing actually did the opposite; even though I would probably choose my own race over a fully Asian males I still am entirely crippled by my parents’ racism and unable to function properly as opposed to most fully Asian males; so maybe in retrospect I would definitely trade in my race for sound state of mind and maybe three inches of height. I think this confusion and mental anguish is typical of having a mother who I cannot really view outside of the framework of her “preference.”