Let's get real...
Hi everyone!
I know I haven't been active in this group much, but that has been because of all the change in my life since Karen died last February and somewhat because most of the posts I've read here tend to be superficial and tangential even when they are nice and produce 'warm and fuzzy' feelings/
For those of us with histories of involvement in interracial relationships, do you remember what fueled you are being drawn into this attraction?
I honestly did not recall how this happened for me until fairly recently. After my partner passed away this year and I returned to my hometown, I went out to Illinois State Beach Park with a friend to enjoy a sunny afternoon. At first, I enjoyed recalling all the times I used to go to the park when I was growing up-- including times I would go camping.
All of a sudden, I remembered my first intimate 'sexual' encounter. Months before, I befriended an older high school student who happen to be an African-American girl. During summer vacation before my senior year I went out to this park for a typical camping experience, and 'Adrienne' invited herself to join me. We had an absolutely fantastic time, including my 'first' time.
When we decided to become open about our dating an intimate relationship ( this was in 1973) this girl's father took the news of our relationship extremely badly. Adrienne and I saw each other a few times after that because her father forced her to move out of town and live with an aunt and uncle.
I did not pursue another interracial relationship until I was in my 30s after my divorce from my daughters' mother ( a very nice Caucasian woman) after more than a dozen years of marriage. Like I've just grown, it was only during this recent visit to Illinois State Beach Park that I remembered this initial experience.
What does everybody think about this? rob
I know I haven't been active in this group much, but that has been because of all the change in my life since Karen died last February and somewhat because most of the posts I've read here tend to be superficial and tangential even when they are nice and produce 'warm and fuzzy' feelings/
For those of us with histories of involvement in interracial relationships, do you remember what fueled you are being drawn into this attraction?
I honestly did not recall how this happened for me until fairly recently. After my partner passed away this year and I returned to my hometown, I went out to Illinois State Beach Park with a friend to enjoy a sunny afternoon. At first, I enjoyed recalling all the times I used to go to the park when I was growing up-- including times I would go camping.
All of a sudden, I remembered my first intimate 'sexual' encounter. Months before, I befriended an older high school student who happen to be an African-American girl. During summer vacation before my senior year I went out to this park for a typical camping experience, and 'Adrienne' invited herself to join me. We had an absolutely fantastic time, including my 'first' time.
When we decided to become open about our dating an intimate relationship ( this was in 1973) this girl's father took the news of our relationship extremely badly. Adrienne and I saw each other a few times after that because her father forced her to move out of town and live with an aunt and uncle.
I did not pursue another interracial relationship until I was in my 30s after my divorce from my daughters' mother ( a very nice Caucasian woman) after more than a dozen years of marriage. Like I've just grown, it was only during this recent visit to Illinois State Beach Park that I remembered this initial experience.
What does everybody think about this? rob
