I have good tastes in friends.
I remember growing up, even in the relatively progressive San Francisco Bay Area and much more when we moved to Mexico for a while, how much people would be asking or trying to touch my brotherās hair*. It was a very strange thing to experience, even second-hand.
* I am white (latin@, technically), but my brother is black (and was adopted into the family).
This reminds me of the story of a friend of mine, who like me, had platinum blonde hair during his younger years (before 5 years old). His father had been stationed in Italy, and was repeatedly offered money to buy his blonde child.
From my white experience: White people do that to each other and black people to white, too. A black German African girl (technically an ((African-American)-German, I guess) from another class girl got all offended (āI donāt rub off!ā) when I flinched when she tussled my hair. Also, white women in general are kinda touchy, by far the biggest group of people who touch me unasked for, especially in winter, when I wear short sleeves.
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