Something I have experience with.............well, I am "white" (I have a hard time with the term, because who really knows ALL what is in their heritage after slavery, with slaves being raped and such) and I know that we also have Cherokee Indian and Portuguese in my family. In the neighborhood we recently moved in, people asked my fiancee if I was Hispanic. It doesn't offend me, that they assume that, it offends me that they care enought to ask what race I am. I mean really, who cares? But I do have darker skin than the average "white" person. It's like I have a tan year-round, with no need for tanning beds, lol. My mother has a very similar complexion, (and she has a pic of her and a "real" native American at the Cherokee reserve, she looks like she could be his daughter) but my father has a very pale skin coloring, and sunburns easily. My fiancee is black, and we have one daughter, 8. I have dated both white and black men, (not in a long time, though, as my fiancee and I have been together for 10 years) I never judged anyone by their race, but this is who I ended up with. We have a good relationship, and you may ask, "if it's so good, why aren't you married" but I am still in college, and our wonderful US gov't. will not give me financial aid if we have to count his income with mine--so when I finish school, we'll do that. I'm kinda like Bill Maher on marriage anyway, I know I'm with him, he knows he's with me, so who needs a piece of paper. But my point is, I've had good white boyfriends and I've had bad white boyfriends. I've had good black boyfriends and I've had bad black boyfriends. People are people. Now I think I would be offended if someone had a relationship with their horse, or cat, or bird. That might be an issue for me, but we're all people, so what's the big deal? I live in NC (the south) so sometimes people will glare at us, but it's really not that common anymore. In fact, I had an elderly white lady approach us the other day at Golden Corral and tell me my daughter was beautiful, I should send her pic to some modeling agency in Greensboro. My parents (well my dad, my mom didn't care, but she didn't back me up either) did not like this idea, and I had some hard teenage years, but eventually they realized it was not a phase, and came around. They love my daughter and my fiancee. He has always held a job since my daughter was born, (even when I didn't) which disrupted his sterotype that "all black people are lazy" And I think even my dad realizes I could have done worse, he only has to look as far as my sister's boyfriend, who is white, and a real sucker.