That’s not the only solution
Being born and raised in a country that doesn’t share the same ethnicity leaves you for a multitude of unique feelings. You are never really fully accepted into any country, for you will always been seen as a foreigner.
Yet when I embark on my yearly journey to Cambodia, I feel this sense of belonging. Like a spiritual awakening, but one that is tangible. Tangible that touching anything in Cambodia renders me with the thought of relief that I am understanding my roots as a Cambodian. In recognition of my Chinese background, I am mostly Teochew. However my grandfather on my mother’s side is also Cantonese. Stepping foot into Hong Kong gave me similiar elation. It’s a little more distant but there was something about the sweltering heat that gives a lulling beauty to the state. It’s as if everything goes slowly, and just as fast at the same time. All depending on your perspective.
The work hard and party hard lifestyle, the mass of people with their smug playfulness, the brash style topped up with either a coy frown or a brazen smirk. The metropolis of Hong Kong, stepping foot into it. I think I’m starting to finally connect with my Chinese roots.
My anaconda will consider it
thekingintheinnernorth) Sep 30
"The cultures of people of color are either packaged for consumption or called upon to fill cultural and spiritual voids of Eurocentrism."
That shit blew my mind and made understanding cultural appropriation way clearer for me.
I’ve been thinking about this for a long time, I’m glad someone else thought it too.
Realest shit ever wrote
ladylarkin, via easternvagabond) Sep 30
You got a way to blow my mind. I’ve been feeding my sexuality and exploring that world but I’m still craving your heart the most.
But I’ll be gone soon.
Hopefully then, the cravings pitter patter away to be left here in this windy city.