You know, I have had it easy compared to many. By evidenced by my photo, most people would just assume I am a normal white guy. Funny thing is, that one of my ancestors was a slave owner. When my family tree was put together, it was discovered that he was my ancestor only because he had kids with one of his black slaves (on my dad's side of the family). I am directly descended from this. On my mom's side, I am half Dutch and Half American Indian. I am proud of everything that makes me who I am. However, I have a friend who I have known for about five years who I assumed I have told everything to but I guess I did not disclose the extremely small African American heritage that I have to him. When I told him, he stopped talking to me. I'm not pretending that I understand what people who have more black blood than I do go through every day. I'll never know that. I'll never know the pain that many of them go through because my skin is so light that no one thinks I am anything but a european white boy. But I always thought I was in sync with them because I was gay and knew what discrimination and pain felt like. But this gay friend who has some really out there fetishes stopped talking when he found out that I have African blood in me. So this has been a painful night. But, I know the pain I felt tonight is NOTHING compared to people who have to face this sort of discrimination every day. I can't say that I will ever understand completely, but I think the lord for bringing me at least an inch closer.