Tuesday, August 16, 2011

Bi-racial AND Hispanic: how do I find love?

     Being a bi-racial Hispanic has not been easy on my love life. I know what I don't want. Question is: can I find what I do want: someone like me. I grew up in a Cuban household, attended an all-White (mostly Dutch) school and lived in a Black neighborhood. I had all facets of my ethnicities and culture- both Hispanic and American. So what's my trouble? I am none of those things individually, but rather a combination of all 3 in 1. Maybe it would be easier if I were just bi-racial, without the addition of having a Hispanic background. Or if I were a straight white or black Hispanic, rather than both. Either way, it has been difficult to find someone with the same cultural diversity as myself.
     My latest dating experience was with a Caucasian male, with absolutely no experience of Hispanics nor anyone bi-racial or other than White. We shared similar political and religious views and are both intelligent, but that's where the similarities ended. How much does culture factor into my search for the perfect partner for me? Apparently, a lot. :-/ Needless to say, with all that we had in common, our differences were quite stark. Is there anyone out there that can relate to what I'm talking about?
     Here's another example: while living in FL, I dated a "balsero". A Cuban who had come to this country in '94 on a raft. We got along pretty well except there were some gaps in communication. Why, you ask? Well he was extremely Cuban-so much so that he considered me not fully Cuban, because I had been born and raised in the States. We had a few arguments. Most of them centered on language differences. I understood almost all of what he said, but there were times I would get frustrated because he wouldn't even attempt to learn or speak English, even though he had been in this country for 10+ years. Also, (and this I didn't mind too much, but I did note the differences) he was very "juagiro". I was okay with it but I also know (thanks to my American cultural experience) that there is a time and place for everything. That in some social interactions, you can't always act like a "country bumpkin" or the Cuban equivalent of a "Redneck". Now, from my understanding, this is a part of the newer Cuban culture that has morphed during Castro's reign. I can tell you that my parents, having left the island when Castro had just come into power, are culturally quite more sophisticated. They are "old school" Cubans, and that is how they raised me.
     So, that adds another layer to my issue. The fact that whomever I find for me, must also understand that aspect of me. I am not a feminist, nor am I submissive; however, I do believe that men and women have roles they fulfill. Yet, I am also educated enough and highly aware that sometimes these traditional roles are not what is best. I believe that these roles can be shared by both genders and that we do not have to limited to our gender roles. But rather, can supplement our current gender role with that of the opposite gender. For example, I believe a woman, especially a mother, should handle the children, the household cleaning, cooking, and such. The man, particularly a father, handles the garbage, vehicles, house maintenance, and such. Does this mean I do not take care of house maintenance, my vehicle,  or taking out the garbage? Absolutely not- I can perform many of the typically "male" tasks. And anyone I eventually pair up with will hopefully not mind cleaning and cooking every so often. I guess my view is more of the traditional roles but with an androgynous twist. ;)
     So, here I am: continuing on my journey to find my "media naranja", "mi principe azul" , "mi media mitad" , etc, etc, etc. I don't want perfection. I want perfect FOR ME. I don't even mind some of the flaws, as long as I can UNDERSTAND them. And if those flaws are generated from a shared Cuban-cultural experience and upbringing, then so much the better. If mi pareja knows that I have had struggles, not just because I'm Cuban, but also because I am bi-racial, and because I am a woman; then so much the better. And, if while we are attempting to get to know each other,  he can sing "Sana, sana, culito de rana. Si no sana hoy, qué sana mañana." Then that is a huge bonus in my book! ;)


Thursday, June 23, 2011

Choices

Why do you make me choose

Other avenues

When all I want in all the world

Is you?





Why do you force my hand?

I cannot make a stand

Against your walls of apathy

So grand.





I do not want another

But can't move any further

When all I see in my mind's eye

Is no other.





Why do you make me choose?

What do you have to lose?

See the love deep within me

It's no ruse.




Sunday, June 19, 2011

My Friend

As I traveled along the road one day,
I saw a friend along the way
Shoulders bowed,
And head hung low,
I wondered why he walked so slow.

“Why did he go?” I heard him say,
And shake his head in deep dismay.
Tears that fell
On cheeks so pale,
I asked him “Friend, are you not well?”

He did not answer me, not at all
As he stopped to lean against a wall
Dropping down,
To sit on the ground
Loudly, I heard him moan.

“Lord, why did you take my friend from me?
Like a brother, he was as family.”
So I approached,
And lightly spoke,
“Friend, be well, I am not gone.”

Alas, I knew he heard me not,
For I had moved on, though not forgot.
Remember me,
For I’ll always be
Your brother, your friend.
For all eternity. 

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Carefree or Predictable? That is the question

The Hidden Truths of Me
No one quite understands me
There is a complexity
A unique individuality
That they just cannot perceive

Each day is a masquerade
A fragile mask of "happy"
Slightly strained, a little tacky
I am always so afraid

But no one chose to see past;
Their claims of "we care" were vain
Smiles and hugs were feigned
Their ruse they could not make last

I desire to be complete
My heart to know affection
Not this imperfection
Hiding behind false conceit


I originally wrote a poem similar to this when I was in high school. I have updated it as my vocabulary is more extensive then it was back then. The poem expresses the disconnect I felt then with my peers and still feel at times today, especially when dealing with matters of the heart. Who to trust? Who to believe? Who is willing to get to know the "real me"?

I find when dating or getting to know someone new for the first time, that the glamour wears off quite quickly. Usually within the first 2-3 months. They seem to stop trying so hard. Whereas before they texted/called daily; after a couple of months, they no longer feel the need to do so. Dates together become more infrequent or the other person now doesn't put forth as much effort as they did when it comes to planning and executing things to do together.

I've considered the fact that maybe I'm just an absolute bore. But then I look at some of my friends that have been together for years and didn't seem to go through that period. One thing I noticed is that the male in the relationship is usually a goal-oriented, and detail-oriented person. Usually someone that is accustomed to setting tasks for themselves, following through, and completing them.

Then, I re-evaluated the guys I have dated - and realized the one thing they all had in common - they were slackers. Yup...no goal setting here! Rather, they were what I lovingly like to call "spontaneous" and "care-free"...but what psychologists and psychiatrists would much rather call "ADHD". So, I have determined my problem: leave the spontaneity behind and let the nice, predictable guy finish...finally! ;)

Tuesday, June 14, 2011

The Girl You Throw Away

She sits outside your window
Waiting on the bus
You sent her on her way
'Cuz you knew you'd had enough

You said the words she wanted to hear
For a month or two
You told the girl you loved her
But you knew it wasn't true

You loved her for a minute
But your heart just wasn't in it
There was nothing left to say
She's the girl you throw away

Now she's crying on a park bench
Her heart is on the floor
You used what she gave you 
But you really wanted more

She cooked and cleaned and waited
Whatever you would need
Picked up all your dirty shit
But she couldn't plant the seed

You loved her for a minute
But your heart just wasn't in it
There was nothing left to say
She's the girl you throw away

So you've moved on to the next one
The fresh face in the street
The one you really wanted
The girl you're gonna keep

'Cuz you've already forgotten
The one you threw away
Crying on that park bench
Nope...nothing left to say

You loved me for a minute
But your heart just wasn't in it
There was nothing left to say
I'm the girl you threw away