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You are what you are, it's your fate after all
My name is Beatriz. I'm Mexican American. My family is a dysfunctional family, my mother has kids by three different men. My father was the white guy, so I'm lighter skinned, but still tanned. I grew up with my mother, my four sisters and my brother. But being that I have a white father, I went to see him every two weekends.
My father paid for me to go to a parochial school, it was all female, from pre K to high school, and then to a Catholic college. His family, and his wife in particular, are very Catholic, so I had every opportunity to be a Catholic too. My mother is also a Catholic, but their form of Church is a lot different that my father's.
When I was starting seventh grade a school girl friend and me showed each other what we had. ** and of course, we pulled our ** down. I got to touch her and she touched me, and we did it many times after that. I had many sleepovers with her and no one thought anything about the fact that when I slept over I slept with her in her bed. We were seventh grade, and our little engines were running at high rpms and while her parents slept downstairs we were going down on each other. I won't say we were in love, but we were in a hard crush that lasted all the way through high school.
She went off to a school in another state and I stayed and went to the Catholic school in town. During our college days we met and slept with other girls but noting stuck. During the Christmas of our senior year in college we were together and she asked me if I wanted to see her **. Well why not, I like **. She had a tattoo, a little heart, it had her initials in it. She asked me if I wanted to her to add my initials in her little heart.
We went down to the tattoo parlor, one over there where you don't go unless that's what you are looking for, she had my initials added, and I had a tattoo of a little heart with her initials and mine, tattooed on my ** too. You have to lower your bra to see them, or take your bra off. So not something that most people will ever see, unless we show them.
Well into our twenties, we went down to the court house and signed 'the papers'. Her parents up to then had put up with me, you know the Mexican girl from that part of town, but being married to their daughter was not something they could or would accept. Not a Catholic thing, to gay girls. My father, he was more understanding, but he did ask me if I was going to have children. I said I didn't know, but for him I would think about it. My mother and sisters really didn't say much about it, they knew from way back in junior high that I was sleeping with a girl. It's fate, that's how they look at it.
Mexican is white, you guys aspire to be like them. Stay on their side. Don't ** the white folks off or back to Mexico you go. Wannabes