Ok, now that the stock for single Indians is up, you need to be on your game if you want to date one. One, SRK is short hand for Shahrukh Khan, one of India's premiere Bollywood celebrities.
Why would I ever want to give my body or love to a white man, a man who could never understand my grief or lineage? Every Native man within 50 miles of me was related to me, and besides that most of them were just not into the things I loved. I ended up taking a creative writing class when I was thirty years old, going to class, not caring what I look like, completely engrossed in my work. My children can get status, but as far as benefits and rights to the land, they’re going to struggle.
I was weird: into books, writing, big ideas and sad movies. I met someone in the midst of finding my voice on the page: I fell in love with my teacher. There was something about his eyes, his words, which reached right into the heart of me and made my pain and beauty feel witnessed. He didn’t know how white women followed me around in stores, or how people judged me on the street. But he got the heart of me: that sometimes I stare off in the distance thinking about my mother’s small hands, or how much I miss my grandmother’s smell. I cry when I read about another Indian girl going missing, and that’s something. My son’s hair is light brown and his eyes are a special type of gray, still trying to decide what they are.
He’s the kind of mouth and muscle you need in Little Italy, New York, in December when some sour grifter attempts to fleece you for the cost of a cheap “I (Heart) New York” sweater. 6 PM, FOLLOWING DAY: Al Sharpton goes off like a grandfather clock, booming and bellowing about 20 yards away from my desk at the other end of this studio in Rock Center. All the while his fat owner sits naked on a soiled recliner, ignoring the whimper coming from outside. Yes, the wire was foul, and I needed to take my mind off it, at least for a night.
But he’s also the kind to crawl into town unannounced with hardly a dollar to his name and a heart so obviously broken that all he can talk about is how good things are for him lately. He cut short his didactic screed today to shamelessly pitch his latest book. Too much ugly news coming through the wire, and far too much Sharpton.
I think she’d be happy I found love with a gentle man.
I think she’d be glad I’m with a man who lets me write, but I know she’d be disappointed he wasn’t Native. There was thousands of brilliant Native men out there, and I probably would have found one had I held out a little longer, but I don’t think I’d be better for it. The thing people live for, after years of watching you be tortured by it.
Is is true that if you're Indian, it's harder to get a White girl to like you?
It seems like most of the girls I like (who happen to be White) tend to think I'm unattractive. And is it true that Indian guys tend to be drawn to women of White skin colour more than any other?
I just don’t know what her problem is.” “Yes, you do,” I said. “Back home, in Colorado, when you showed up at the March Pow Wow with what’s-her-face.” At this point, Erica, wiggy and rheumy-eyed, was having her own conversation with a couple standing directly behind her, vying for the attention of the bartender, leaving Andrew and I to chat on our own for a bit. Dating Native women is fine and all, but goddamn it’s incestuous! Some dude they like has already dated some friend or cousin of theirs, and they say, ‘That guy has, like, four kids,’ or something.” This lovesick bastard, I thought. His mind was still with her, whoever she is, the heartbreaker. “I’ve had bad experiences with their parents, mostly,” I said. I didn’t hear from Andrew that night, and still haven’t. And the point of this piece is: don’t judge your friend’s date or preference or pals – or find yourself stuck in a newsroom-turned-studio with Al Sharpton at 6 p.m. These are all crippling things that will invariably warp your mind and chap your ass.