Once one of my friends told me ” oh you went to Disney land, you’re so white” and then ” this is the type of music you listen to, you’re so black” and this same person told me that white people are the most racist and then changed it to black are the most racsist.

My bestie said something racsist about whites and when I went to defend myself she told me I was mix so it didn’t count.

Being mixed isn’t the problem. My father is Native American ( Blackfoot), Haitian, and American Black while my mom is a mixture of Eurpeanian descent but is mainly Romanian. I feel you should be proud of being mix. That’s part of your identity. If I weren’t mix things would be so diffrent for me. People have no idea what streotype to set me up with and so therefore I’m my own person.

The thing that I hate is that if I went out on the street with my step mom and half brother we would automatically be considered family. But if I go somewhere with my mom and my older brother we can’t be related because I’m to dark to be a white women’s baby.

You know how black people have ” Black is beutiful” and the movie “for colored girls” they should have that for mixed people. We exist, we’re not “other”, we’ll multi-racial. If I choosed to marry a man of a diffrent skin tone it shouldn’t matter. One of the best way to be culturally aware is to be surrounded by others of different races.

Hey MGP! Could you please signal boost this zine? I think your followers might be into it. <3

In Passing… is a zine created to explore the complicated idea of passing across identities, including race, age, disability, sexuality, class, gender, and housing status. In Passing… will be a community conversation centering the voices of marginalized people, especially those living at the intersections of multiple oppressions. 

Passing is often used to describe the ability of a person to be regarded as a member of social groups other than their own, most often a member of a group with more societal power. Passing can be something you chose, or something that is determined for you by other people. For many of us, it creates a sense of being caught between two worlds, half of both and not enough of either. Passing can be something you desire, something you are ashamed of, or both all at once. 

Submissions are due April 1st, 2013 at midnight PST. 

More information on the FB Page.

Hi :) . Im mixed with a lot of different ethnicities* so I’ve been told. My dad was Scilian* and Black Foot(native american), and my mom is cherokee, german and irish. My dad was lightskin and my mom is brown skin. Im like lightskin-yellowish or something like that. And my sister is also brown skin. I dont think you can really tell they’re mixed. When people ask me what Im mixed with I always gotta explain everything. & in the end they just tell me Im not mixed, that Im black and Im only sayin that because Im light.

Not only did i stumble upon this article http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/uk_news/wales/8618606.stm, but I am mixed as well. I work at a restaurant and i see tons of different mixes coming through and it always puts a smile on my face. Not only do we live in time where this is accepted but we are also ahead of the curve. Our genes, our open-mindedness, and our tolerance, i’m sure is more broad and ever expanding. I myself am mixed with Japanese, African American, Cherokee, and Irish. I did at times always feel a bit different but i was never ridiculed for ethnic background, at least not to my face. The only irritating part of being mixed was being mistaken for something I am not. I’ve been called Italian, Samoan, Filipino, Mexican, the list goes on. I wouldn’t trade my mix for the world and i embrace all of my sisters and brothers that share this gift with me because we should be proud. We are the future. Love yourself and the world will follow.

In my own personal opinion, being “mixed” means that you identify with two or more ethnic groups. I am Colombian and African American. 

That doesn’t mean thats the only definition though. If you decide that you’re mixed, then no one can tell you differently. The most important thing to remember, before you get caught up in definining yourself, is that you’re a human being. We’re all changing all the time. Don’t feel pressured to say WHAT you are before you really know WHO you are. Theres a difference. 

I’ve found that the golden answer to the question “What are you?” is “Actually, I’m a who.”

We’re not races or things. We’re people with identities. 

My Mother was born in USA, 98% Irish and my Father was born in Tobago 100%.

I can’t give you permission to identify yourself in a certain way, love. Thats up to you. So, what makes you feel comfortable: being gypsy, swede or both? What is the most complete and accurate answer: I’m mixed, or I identify myself as being only romany/white? It’s your call, but theres no deadline. What makes you feel comfortable today, may not sound right to you tomorrow. We’re all works in progress. 

You know who you are.

If someone feels that they should tell you who you aren’t, thats just a reflection of their own insecurity. Don’t let anyone determine your identity. Thats your job. 

As the holiday season approaches, continue to embrace your widespread roots. Family time is precious! Spend time with your family, share some unique traditions or gatherings that your family practices during the holidays, and send it in along with a picture! We’d love to see your mixed beauty in a new light.

Happy Holidays!

P.S. Our flag counter disappeared, unfortunately. It’s a bummer, I loved to see the numbers and flags rack up on the page. I’ve put a new one up. Share the MGP page with a friend and tell your friend to share it with someone new! All of your stories are worth a read.

I am Arab, Romanian, and Irish.Some people just sort of assume I’m part Italian, but for some reason the people who actually ask or decide to guess get it sooo wrong. I’ve had people ask if I’m part Asian, Latina, Spanish, African American, and Native American.Personally I think I look like I’m white, an exotic white, but white non the less. I hate people assuming I’m something I’m not I love my heritage.I don’t understand why people have such a hard time getting my ethnicity right.

nothing wrong with a good guessing game! :) nothing wrong with being beautifully mixed, either. nothing at all. 

You don’t know how happy I am I found this blog. Its so hard for me to find myself fitting in. I’m a mutt. I’m Jamaican (and that automatically makes me black by peoples’ definition) then people get lost somewhere when I tell them my father is Chinese and Hispanic (with European somewhere) and my mother is East Indian. Before, I would just put Mixed when they asked what I was, but now, its not always an option, and I usually just choose Asian. But the thing is…”Asian” is so broad. Most of my life my parents have wanted to identify my sister and I with my dad’s Chinese heritage and a lot pictures of me as a kid I do look more like him that respect….after sometime, I suppose I started to look more “Indian”. So now, I’m automatically Indian (and apparently that doesn’t always mean you’re Asian?) It gets hard, trying to find a medium. When I get fed up, I just say “I’m Jamaican”. My friends don’t exactly have this…problem and I always feel like I’ve reached a place where I don’t even have anyone to tell me how to navigate around this. It gets hard. But then, I figure, I’ve got the best of a bunch of worlds. I’m always proud when I tell people what I am at the end of the day, and I will always continue to be proud!

1. what are you mixed with?

    1/2 japanese, Jewish, Irish, Canadian, Russian, and Hawaiian.

2. What ethnicity have you often been mistaken for?

    middle eastern 

3. is your hair curly or straight

     wavy

4. Was coming from different backgrounds challenging growing up?

    Yes! I was the only asian at my Jewish school and my asian side of the family never fully accepted me and my sisters because we weren’t full japanese and couldn’t speak the language. 

5. Which backgrounds do you embrace the most?

     I embrace my japanese-ness and I practice judaism

6. Have you ever been teased for being different?

     Yes, all the time! People find it funny that I’m a Japa-Jew. Even though it was kind of annoying sometimes and hurtful, I think it has created my sense of humor and has made me so strong.

7. Have you ever been ashamed of being multi-racial?

     Never! It makes me unique

8. Do you feel that being mixed has its benefits?

    Yes, because I can be apart of different groups of people

9. What makes being multiracial a beautiful thing?

    Being able to look different and having people say, “what are you?” 

10. Any advice to someone who struggles with their multiracial identity?

     Embrace it! Because secretly the ones who poke fun at you about it, are probably secretly jealous that they can’t be different and beautiful like you :)

My mom is Native American (Meherrin) and my father is Filipino & white. Growing up, I was completely detached from my dad’s part of the family - my grandmother, who was a blistering alcoholic and banned me from her home, and my dad’s father (who is from the Philippines) refused to teach me the language or about the culture. I feel more educated about the Native part of myself. Despite that, I don’t necessarily relate to that side of me any more than I do the others - in that I don’t feel I relate to any of them past the most basic degree. Usually I just feel like a person. Honestly, I don’t consider my racial make-up at all until someone else brings it up - whether it be on paperwork or someone else either asking about it or assuming it. (I’m usually seen as white though occasionally Spanish/Mexican/Trinidadian)

I worry sometimes what others think: “She’s not Native enough to be Native” “She’s too mixed to be white” “She’s not Asian enough to be Asian” and to be honest it’s a little sad.It’s upsetting for someone of any race I’m mixed with (or others who are PoC) who dismiss any problems or mistreatment I go through simply because they think being mixed means I’m not enough or anything to have a right to complain or be hurt. Because being part white, and usually mistaken for it I have a free pass. That I don’t deal with bullshit from anyone, which in reality I get it from all sides.

I don’t like feeling like I don’t belong anywhere or like just because I’m mixed I don’t exist in the scheme of things. I don’t want to be an “other” on my paperwork, but i don’t want to be forced to chose between the parts of myself either.

whats a black nose?