Where you're from- Mexico
Where you live- The Land of Mary, in the States.
Your cultural heritage, lineage and genealogy- Mexican ???
Do you know your roots- No, not really.
Your Age- 20
Favorite musical genre- 80's, 90's music
Your profession/major/career interest- Student majoring in Computer Science
Your religious affiliation- Atheist
Hobbies- Video games, reading GAF.
Hello fellow gaffers. This is my first time posting in this thread! Exciting stuff I've read!
So yeah... I'm a dark skinned Mexican, and a little funny side note is that my dad calls me (sometimes) Negrito, which translates to "little black." He never means this as an offense, but more of an affectionate nickname. In Spanish, adding a diminutive (-ito) to a word can make it more "sweet" and meant as an affectionate way to call something or someone. Kind of like Sugar-honey, or when we refer to someone as "sweety." My family from my dad's side is not very fond of dark skinned individuals. But long story short - my grandmother is light skinned, and so are my father's brothers, my cousins and almost everyone from my dad's side. My dad is the only child of my grandma that was of a different father, his other three brothers are of a different same dad. Therefore my father has darker skin compared to his (half) brothers. When my dad was growing up, my grandmother would try to put some make-up on my father to make his skin lighter. She also didn't want him to spend a lot of time on the sun fearing my dad would get tanner, and darker... lol. Anyways, this is how my father grew up, he talks about this and how much he hated the fact that my grandmother would always say "white skin" is beautiful, dark skin - not so much. My dad said he used to dislike this, he wanted to be of fairer skin like his brothers, and because of my grandma's backwards thinking. He got over it, and he embraced himself and his skin color. He will often tease my grandma telling her "do you love your grandson"? (referring to me) and she would say "of course, I love him! He's my favorite grandson." My dad would respond "but he's black like me!." Hilarity would ensue because my dad would laugh, and my grandma would turn red and said that I was not "black." lol. To make long story short, I also disliked my skin color up until very recently. But I realized there's nothing I can do to change my melanin levels, and just embraced who I am. It's been very liberating, and I'm more happy now. Growing up with my grandma and my cousins was something special... My cousins would refer to me as "the toasted one." This was in Mexico though.... where "racism" supposedly isn't much of a deal, but this makes me wonder... and ponder. I look at Mexican soap operas, TV shows, and commercials and see mostly people of fair/light skin color. One of my friends who was visiting from Mexico even joked "Here in the States you'll see people of color in commercials, and TV shows, but in Mexico, it's like they're trying hard to have as many light skin people as possible in TV!." That is debatable of course, and it depends, but it's interesting. Anyways, I apologize for the long boring introductory story (and grammar errors that have become a common casualty that I always make :3) ... lol
The sentence itself in the image has very nice consonance. C and K sounds ck... ck... and dorky drake.. lol