During the Korean War my uncle was in the Navy, and he was sent to Japan. He came back to the states with a Japanese bride. I was born in 1958. I grew up with a Japanese aunt. I thought she was endlessly fascinating. She was a tailor, she was smart, funny, and sassy with a great wardrobe. She was crazy about her husband and he was crazy about her. I thought everyone should have a Japanese aunt. When, in my small town ignorance I said something about someone being not white she called me on it. She said she wasn't white either. That opened my eyes to hidden racism and my own attitudes. I am so thankful to have known Umeko, she was an amazing woman.
My husband of nearly 30 years was the first black man I ever dated. He was the best thing to ever happen to me and I loved him more than anyone before or since. I was naive about the black culture but after 30 years you learn a lot. If I walk into a room with a majority of whites and only a couple blacks that's who I'm drawn to and feel most comfortable with. I'm usually drawn to people different than myself. Probably out of curiosity. I love the experience of learning about other cultures... and people. ?
Color not an issue. I was 12 years old when I first felt an intense feeling of romantic "love" towards a boy. He was African American. I am Mexican. In Texas. In the 70s. If that tells you anything. We were too young to even notice. He held my hand. And then he moved away. Roy Garrison was his name. Never forgot him.