I was in a relationship with a white man. I’m a black woman. It was definitely worth it, even though we broke up last year. I was forced to face my own hypocrisy, and my own internalized racism. I was forced to be really honest with myself in a way that I could have fooled myself into thinking I already was if I didn’t go out with him when he said “yes.” I realized that, yes, there are cultural differences, and I think that the way race is set up in this country makes it a hard thing to ignore in an interracial relationship. (And I don’t think it should be ignored.) But it’s eye-opening and it helped me realize, as corny as it sounds, love has no color.