After many years of wondering if I'm the only one, I feel that I have come home! I am so happy. I am a 29 year old female. My mother is Irish/French and my father is Black/Cherokee. I am pale white, dark brown eyes, and auburn wavy hair. I always wondered why I didn't look like the typical "white" person. When I was 15 years old, I met my father. My mother never told me about his race. When I asked her why, she said that where we lived, the people would not understand. I grew up in Montana for 10 years. Now that I am older, I know that I would have been to proud to keep my mouth shut. She silenced me for my own good. I wasn't white enough to truly pass though. Many questions and stares were thrown at me from many people. Always with a look of confusion on there faces. Many asked what I was. Some just came out and said that I have a "nigger butt" or a "nigger nose" or "nigger lips". Sorry for the crude words but that is what they used. But being a white skinned red head, it really threw them off. Some asked if I were a foreign exchange student even though I had lived in this small community most of my life and spoke english with no accent. Just because I looked a bit different. O Well, I am all grown up now. I still get the strange looks once in a while but it makes me happy. I now that people are intreiged with the way I look. A sort of exotic thing going on but can't be too sure. It's fun. I like to walk down the street with my slender, 6' frame and none-white butt and have people question who is that girl and what is she? I am so glad to be able to share with you. I am so glad to have a outlet. I don't ask myself where I belong anymore. I know. With my family and friends and God. I have the best of all worlds. It makes me a unique individual. And I love that. Some day soon I will tell you my story of "The Chance of The Black Baby" and "How My Boyfriend Became My Ex-Boyfriend". Very amusing stories.

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