Kissing Outside the Lines: A True Story of Love and Race and Happily Ever After
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At turns introspective and outrageous, Kissing Outside the Lines is Farr’s unapologetic—often hilarious—look at the complexities of interracial/ethnic/religious/what-have-you love, told through the lens of her own experience of dating, marrying, and creating a family with someone from a race and culture different from her own. Along the way, she exposes the many ways in which prejudice rears its ugly head—whether subtly or overtly—when you dare to love “outside the lines,” and she shares the stories of other multiracial couples from different corners of the U.S. who have made a similar leap.
Kissing Outside the Lines tackles love, family, and prejudice head-on. With sharp wit and deft humor, Farr confronts the fears and reservations that come with loving outside of one’s race, and she emerges with a powerful message: Love is love and family is family—no matter what it looks like from the outside.
Kissing Outside the Lines also includes an 8-page black-and-white photo signature.
business and friendship even—forward movement has not fully crossed over into the privacy of people’s homes. Many good people in this country, including my husband’s parents and mine, are still drawing a line at who is acceptable for love—and who is not. Many adult Americans alive today have been told by someone in their family that all people are created equal but still, “You can’t love one of them.” Maybe there was also a seemingly reasonable argument as to why whole groups of people are not
Looking around at the rest of the guests, I had to ask one of my girlfriends what the birthday boy did for a living. “He works in video games, I think,” said Christine (who was dancing under my skirt when last you heard about her). I couldn’t help but laugh. “Are you just saying,” I asked, “that you think all these guys work in video games just because they’re Asian?” There were at least two dozen Asian men in the room amongst us white, olive, brown, and black girls. And Christine was not making
the details later. I told Seung I was sorry. So sorry for what an awful feeling it must be to have this great love and a simultaneous fear of telling other people you love about it. I meant it when I then said the only problem I could foresee was for him, because at thirty-five years old I did not need his parents to accept me. They lived thousands of miles away, we were not nor would we ever be financially dependent on them, and I would be respectful to them whenever he needed me to be because
website honors different homes around the world and links to a page on traditional weddings. I pick my five rituals from this site and use them exactly as a framework for the entire event. The much harder thing for me, in fact, is figuring out where to tell Seung I am getting all this intel on his culture without revealing my private language and culture studies. My Korean big sister also gives me a ton of reading material, including a book by an American who immigrated to Seoul and has become a
tell his parents while we are here this week because otherwise we will have to tell them by phone. Seung may want bloodwork to prove this is not a hysterical pregnancy, but he is also aware just how exciting and important this news will be to his mother and father. He has secretly resigned himself that it is indeed happening and now just wants to prolong the unending discussions and daily phone calls it will unleash between him and his parents for nine long months. Finally, with this admission, I