I muttered something about being uninterested in marriage, and the moment passed. That was when she dropped the bomb: “But Sally, wouldn’t you want to marry a white guy?” But at the age of fourteen, I was unsure of myself and unable to fully grasp the various identities that crisscrossed my being. What I really meant was that I wasn’t into men. When she told me that a white boy from our English class seemed interested in me, I replied that I wasn’t into dating white men. Correction: she talked about boys, and I listened. It was a Saturday afternoon, and my friend and I were passing a bag of chips back and forth, talking about boys. “But Sally, wouldn’t you want to marry a white guy?”
