Its Not Just the Power Rangers...it's Fam...

May 2012 I actually published a blog about my bucket list (before I turned 30). My top goal was to go to an anime/comic/power ranger convention and meet the power rangers.  As it is now known I did in fact meet actors who played the Mighty Morphin Power Rangers. 

Squad 1

Squad 2

I found out about Power Morphicon (Power Ranger Convention) and wanted to go, but it was in California and for a chick in Delaware it seemed to only be a dream. ESPECIALLY since at that point in my life I didn't travel out of state unless it was in a car or on a greyhound. Also Power Morphicon is every two years (I actually really like that about the con). So in 2012 when I made the goal I looked for cons that were fairly close. Otakon is in B-More (although it will be moving to DC in 2017), and Anime USA is in DC.  

So I met Jason David Frank who played Tommy.

JDF VIP Otakon 2012

 Now JDF is sort of a fan favorite, as in, someone says: "hey remember the power rangers?" and the response is: "Yeah I always liked the Green Ranger or Tommy or the White Ranger." JDF or better yet "Tommy" is that guy.  I kind of got to the climax before even hitting the exposition (Smh I am such a teacher its ridiculous) But really it was just the beginning of the story.... and then I found Lexington 2013 and 2014.... that's right Lexington, Kentucky.

And things really took off with my goal in 2013: 

Walter Jones Original Black Ranger

Karan Ashley 2nd yellow ranger of MMPR

David Yost blue ranger 

Catherine Sutherland the 2nd Pink Ranger (season 3 of MMPR)

   

Jason (Skull) Narvy and Paul (Bulk) Schrier

In 2014 I met Steve Cardenas, he was the 2nd red ranger on MMPR and regrettably I didn't get a pic with him like HOW? So instead I will just promote his business called Force Balance Brazilian Jiu Jitsu....

After 2013 and 2014 things went real crazy and I actually met a lot of other rangers from all sorts of seasons.... But still needed 4 more of the originals...sadly Thuy Trang who played the original yellow ranger passed away in 2001. The original pink ranger Amy Jo Johnson, limits her appearances, at this point Austin St. John had been under the radar having been overseas working as an EMT, and so I kind of let the hope of meeting them go (although technically I was in the same vicinity as Amy Jo while in Lexington during a party so I have that as my keep sake of Amy Jo.) This leaves Johnny Yong Bosch who was the 2nd black ranger of MMPR. He has made a name for himself in the Voice acting world and in the indie music world. I began listening to his band, Eyeshine  and also allowed that love of Asian men out and found out that for me meeting JYB would be a better climax than meeting JDF (SAY WHAT!!!!!) By the time I was meeting Bosch many things in my life had changed, I was a teacher, a girlfriend, I was 30, I was wiser (I suppose).  At this point the friends I had acquired in the ranger world was crazy... so many including artist... Daniel Coney, Cosplayers... Tony Ray... and just the homies everywhere across the United States (across the world really), both male and female (although males are predominant).  I was dabbling into cosplay myself... 

Civilian Cosplay, Joe and Luka Super Sentai Gokaiger

 

That was 2014 so when 2015 rolled around I thought oh I will go to rangerstop, or lexington again. And I didn't...2016 gets here and again I didn't...between teaching, being in a grad chapter of a sorority (was also a dream come true) and being a girlfriend (still yay!!) The cons just weren't happening, BUT WAIT 2016 is a Morphicon year and honestly I was just going to let it go again. I mean me and my boyfriend discussed going, but the likelihood was so slim. Until...I won a ticket to go...I was on Facebook and a contest came up on my timeline from a group called Ranger Live Chat . I usually don't win ever, so I entered thinking no way I am going to win. Time passing and I forget all about it until I get a message from the group saying I had actually won. I really thought it had to be a joke, but soon I received a message about the tickets being processed. So I was like ok I am definitely going.  BUT let us remember life has changed; now I am not going to say power rangers isn't important to me, but at this point with all the responsibility I had gained since making my goal in 2012 I wasn't really showing the excitement. I had a classroom to figure out for summer school/upcoming school year and now I was house shopping with my boyfriend, like wait a minute am I Adulting???? BUT the time comes and I was going to California. Visiting California is a dream come true in itself. Only when I get there NO LUGGAGE!!! I didn't panic... YET... I left my claim and went to Pasadena. (Mind you I was alone. The loner that I am is crazy but that is another blog). Get to Pasadena check into the hotel, go to the convention center get my badge for the con and then I call the airport again. The bag is of course in Baltimore and allegedly on the next flight to LAX and I would get the bag by 8am the next day. I am just like smh. I am still not outraged as there is nothing I can really do. So I go to enjoy the con.  If I don't have my luggage I don't have any clothes by the way and I always try to travel light so the only thing I have in my carry on is a binder of autographs of the people you see above.... *insert crying laughing emoji* I go enjoy Friday night of the con... as much as I can. I decide that I better buy clothes (and underwear) so I find a Forever 21 in walking distance (In my Miss Sofia voice, I knew de was a God).  Now remember I dabble in Cosplay... for Saturday I had an awesome cosplay put together so I could meet...             

  Camille Hyde the first african american to play a pink ranger. This was also a dream come true as I always saw myself as the pink ranger, but it appeared that Saban only could see black girls as a sassy yellow ranger. In the probability that I would not get my bag I searched Forever 21 for a pink tee and found a really cute jean skirt, not an elaborate outfit, but pink.  Go back to the hotel, call the airport, they say something to the effect of it will take 24 hours to get the luggage which means I would get the bag late saturday or sunday; the day I am leaving. So I am so ANGRY. I am burning angry and hungry. SO sulking I go down to the hotel restaurant and partake in Pasadena crab cakes (are they known for that... why would a person from the east coast eat west coast crab cakes)? Now get this... There are power rangers walking all around me, White ranger from Dino thunder is there, Blue Ranger from dino thunder, time force red ranger, black from mighty morphin...come to find out there was a VIP party going on and more and more people started to come thru and I was just sitting there sulking like, Who cares???? I didn't even try to figure out how I could sneak in I just went to my room and called the airport again who just gave me more and more dismal answers. I even made a point to called at 4am when they said they would be open they didn't answer until about 5:30am (i kept calling back) at this point the bag had never left, and was on a flight from baltimore in which it would be at LAX at 9:22 am. Seems like there was hope...nope... knowing airplanes it might land at 9:22 but the bag wouldn't be seen until 10 something and the people at the airport probably wouldn't notice no one was getting it until 10:30...and no one would be calling until 11:00am.  I know what you are thinking well Danielle you are a faithful person so you know God would work it out... yup you are right I knew it would work out but not with that bag. See Pasadena is a good 30 minutes away from LAX if you are just talking distance but the traffic in LA will make you late to your funeral so really its an hour + on a bad day, that would have been both ways, and I wasn't driving I was catching an uber which was going to cost $40 each way. So at 5:30am my eyes were sweating and to keep from calling my mom with a shaky cry baby voice I attempted to call my boyfriend which at 5:45 am in LA means it was about 8:45am on the east coast but he wasn't awake so I called my mom... Won't ya momma make you feel like you can conquer he world??? She was like: "well you bought a pink shirt, well you wear that, you will still look like her!!! and you let the airport know that you had a performance and needed your costumes and everything was cancelled." LOL!! After talking with my mom putting on that simple outfit wasn't so difficult. I thought to myself I can be any pink ranger. 

So I walk over to the convention center and several fellow ranger fans say: "Nice Shelby Cosplay!" I kid you not... $5 shirt $5 skirt, no name brand white sneakers from target, no planning and straight hair with a little  pink lipstick... I was Shelby... It probably helps that I am black and she is black because no one said: Nice Kimberly cosplay or Nice Kat cosplay...It didn't matter... I was on cloud 9 at this point. So God did work it out. I told the airport to keep the bag til Sunday I mean what would be the point in trying to get it. I got to meet Camille Hyde had a great Saturday and by Sunday I didn't want to leave.  I had just met people I knew for years, I met new friends, I met more power rangers, like one I didn't think I had a chance to meet: 

Austin St. John the original red ranger 

The beginning of this trip really made me want to let all of it go. I was really ready to retire the con life. I mean I am not as deep into it as some of my friends but I was really about to retire. I was really about to be like cosplay is over, cons are over, I am never traveling again, I am stupid...etc...etc...etc... parts of me feel like this is only the beginning, again or I am about to begin the sequel... because in a weird way we are family, we are a family of adopted misfits... Our Parents or better yet our God Parents are the actors of Mighty Morphin, Zeo, Turbo (Episodes 1-19 except Blake Foster he is my age). Our Play Aunts and Uncles (like the cool Aunts and Uncles) are the seasons after the originals...we start getting play cousins around Dino Thunder (now they are like the same age as me at least Kevin Duhaney is lol) I mean they are forever using 20 somethings to play teenagers so after Dino thunder you have a mix of play Aunties and Uncles and play cousins and really you have little brothers and sisters because I am older than most of the most recent cast members...(including RPM like really)... but the fans, the adoptees don't just love the rangers, we love each other. And that is why by Sunday I was sad it was over.  After con blues.... so we look forward to the next one... everyone says see you in 2018... or see you at Ranger Stop.... 

I technically made my quota of rangers... and the other crazy thing is they remember me... Catherine Sutherland in that beautiful Aussie accent says: "It's Danielle, right?" Walter Jones, recognizes me and says: "What's Up?" Johnny Bosch pretends to smash my head in a Facebook live video. It's like one of the most interesting communities where everyone is accepted... every race, sex, education levels, disabilities, gay/straight/unicorn, cosplay or not, geek, nerd, dork, cheerleader, frat dude, sorority girl...we are in this community.... The cons are our family reunions. 

A new friend shared a video and I think it further expresses the FEELZ of morphicon.....

OH and damn you Alaska Air!!!! 

Blessings.... Give onto others.... You never know how you are Blessing someone....

I try to do my best with tithing. I feel like I was better at it in the past even with making less money. I had less bills though. So, I didn't budget well... and well here comes Sunday. I whip out the check book and there is an amount on my heart to give, but that meant I had to BE OH SO VERY CAREFUL until payday. Meaning my almost daily trip to 7 eleven in the morning had to stop, any fast food had to stop and no online shopping until further notice. All very do-able especially since I had already planned to do coffee from home, and had stocked on these honey roasted peanut protein pack I snack on. 

When I came home from work I found left overs warmed them up, but saw that my dogs were about to be out of food. I usually get a big box at Foodlion but recently they had only been selling the small boxes, but I know Acme sells the big boxes. I also remembered that my students reminded my para and I that we need to have special pencils for St. Patricks day. My para had looked at the dollar store but hadn't seen any so I said I would go to Party City. Acme then Party City that was the plan. 

Remember I am on a budget so I could get to excited in party city. So I am looking around I found pencils for both St. Patricks and Easter, two small play brushes for barbies or my little pony so my my one female student would be able to brush their hair. And really cute sign for outside of my classroom. Not much. I was trying to be really careful because I didn't want to go over.  I get in line.  Their is an older African American gentleman behind me who asks if I was a teacher. I said "yes" and said "as a matter of fact all of this is for my class." He said, "yup I could tell." So I go to pay and she begins ring it up and this gentleman comes and says, "I am taking care of hers." And I am just like kind of at a loss for words. I want to say: "no sir that's ok" but I also no I am not supposed to block my blessings. It wasn't that much but it was still a huge blessing in two ways. First monetarily and second humanity. 

I told the gentleman that, "when you sow into others you will be blessed times over what you give." He even asked me if I need more pencils. I explained I only have 3 students. Humanity or being nice, showing care, having a heart, noticing a teacher, noticing the love we have for students that was the other blessing. I do have a heart for my kiddos. I am always trying to figure out how to make sure students have a great day, are safe, fed(they don't always like lunch), and learning. 

But I can relate this situation back to Sunday and tithing.  To be honest sometimes when I give I don't always remember that God will give back to me over and abundantly. But today I wasn't just sowed into monetarily but I was shown how good people can be... I was reminded that I need to show others the same kindness.  I knew that this was something that I couldn't just write a small Facebook post. 

This isn't the first act of kindness in this year. Someone else blessed me and I would have blasted it all over Facebook because one it was kind of her to think of me and two I really look up to her, but I don't think she really needed it to blasted everywhere. BUT GOD IS SO GOOD because not long after she blessed me, she was blessed monetarily 10x what she had given to me and I automatically knew it was God blessing her and I explained it to her. I am not one to preach but in that moment I knew it was God. Prior to that my boyfriend took me to a teacher store I carefully chose things trying to stay on a budget but when we got in line he took care of it saying "I just want you to be successful." 

Now I am starting to see a the bigger picture, God's picture... These individual situations are all blessings into my career. Lately I have been questioning my teacherdom as I have some exceptional students or should I say students with exceptionalities. It gets REALLY REALLY hard. But now realizing that these 3 times of what I can remember, (because my para blesses me as well) are times my career has been sowed into I know that I need to stay on my path. 

Thank You Jesus!!! Please bless those who have blessed me! AND help me to bless others and to be a blessing to my students!! Amen!!! 

Just Breathe...When Jesus made Starbucks that much better!!!!

I don't fully remember everything about this story about Alexander and his bad day, but I know he went through a series of events in which he felt ruined his day. Friday seemed like that to me. 

To summarize it had been an upsetting Thursday evening as two adults a daughter and mother argued momentarily. The Daughter at time just feels that there is a lack of respect especially since she is 31. The daughter basically feels the mother wanted her to jump when the mother said jump, but the daughter feels that if she is asking for a moment before jumping that should have been respected. When trying to express that feeling the mother either missed the concept of respect or doesn't feel the daughter is owed that respect so not wanting to go into it any further the daughter forfeit, the mother having the last word, nothing being resolved for the daughter, so the daughter was distraught in her feeling of  being treated like 13 year old instead of a 31 year old. 

So Friday is a new day and of course everything is as if nothing occurred the previous evening, the daughter is expected to smile and go about her day still pretty hurt about the night before. There are bigger concerns anyway or at least other concerns that are creating some disheartening scenarios for her career. Its a matter of calm and collected matched with anxiety and adhd. Making sure there is a team effort but recognizing the one terrible trait of teachers who have their ideas and although express a face of i am considering your idea really just have their own idea in mind. Two teachers unifying, two sort of different styles, we do have to collaborate, so the daughter/teacher is hoping that when the dust of getting class rooms set up and meetings settles their will be a better amount of what collaboration feels like to her. 

So with those things on her mind she is ready for Friday and the big event(s) a training and a meet and great cook out for students.  She leaves the house pretty early knowing that there are higher expectations or at least hoping there are higher expectations of her this year. When she starts the car she realizes she forgot to grab her Starbucks frappe she had bought knowing she would need them this week. She said it's early enough I will run over to 7/11. Bag in hand she goes over to her car and the gentleman next to her says: Have a great day! She says: "You too." At the car trying to put the car clicker to unlock the doors it happens so quickly with the bag slipping  from her fingers like it was never in her hands and in an instant the glass bottle of the Starbuck Frappe shatters. In that instant that daughter/teacher wanted to shatter into tears upon the same ground next to the glass and the now spilling drink. The gentleman who hadn't left immediately enquired about what happened and offered to buy another but she said, that's ok, I probably wasn't suppose to have it. That is the statement we like to go to when something doesn't quite go our way. Its a way of getting over the anger. Because in  her head she wanted to snap and curse and cry, but knowing that doesn't solve anything she just got in the car and took a deep breath (after wiping her pant leg) and went on to the next part of her day. 

On the short drive to the school she assessed the situation because she as a daughter/teacher she is always reflecting looking the way things were handled. She wondered if her "have a great day" "you too" response wasn't truly heartfelt and honest. Was it really a matter of she didn't need the coffee drink? Does God allow for such situations because he feels you don't need the coffee or was it to stun you to slow you down because your eyes aren't truly open to that morning. Why would God allow for your money to shatter? I mean that's what was really being thrown away. Or was it one of those moments when he allows something bad to happen so that you see him again? Or is just an accident? 

She never really got an answer. She just breathed let it go and drove away.  She went on to do what she needed to do prior to going the training and even though it was a terrible training (well boring and stressful as there are some new things put in place to make things tedious for spec ed teachers) she was with a few colleagues who she respected, a new person who seemed to get it and appearance of camaraderie with the other spec ed teachers of the building.  

Basically the day got better. A certain amount of  the hurt from the previous night washed away, and the stress of teaching was washed away with a successful Meet and Greet BBQ. Principles were jolly and the new superintendent was even around speaking with teachers, parents, students, and custodians.  

So maybe there wasn't a lesson in the shattered coffee. Or maybe there is, but it won't be understood until later. Or maybe the lesson is "everything is going to be alright." And that is usually true. We stress out regularly. We worry about so many things throughout the day, but really if we just let it go and recognize that God has our path set and does all he does it for a reason, we could cool out a bit.  

And there it is...the answer... worry had overtaken the mind. There is no need for worry. Looking back at the past 3 days, worry was apart of all of them. Even though everything seemed calm. And if anyone remembers in Matthew Jesus uses parables to teacher certain aspects about God. Don't worry because God has your back is one of the biggest teaching. Momentarily that lesson was lost.  It took a shattered coffee drink to help wake up out of the fog of worry. 

With tomorrow here maybe I will be able to grab a coffee and drink it with the peace of the Lord over me.    

OH and... natural...

I am natural again... going back to relaxers was crazy... I am trying natural again because I just want to see who I am... if that makes sense.... plus relaxers cost....getting my hair pressed is cheaper... LOL.... this philosophy is hilarious.... I am just tired of the process... even though the natural process is like WORK!!!!! Especially since I hate ummm... coarse...edges... let's be 100 um the term is nappy.... I apologize for those who don't like that word but um yeah... my edges be like.... AHHHHH Real Monsters.... luckily there are products that help.... I am like 4 months in... I can't remember the last perm.... hmmmmm.....

but why is it called natural?why don't we just call it hair?

Random a year later...The dream wedding that got away....

Once upon a time I was about 10 years old and my mom was a maid of honor in a friends wedding. I was a junior bridesmaid.  My mom actually helped this and other weddings and has a bride's plan book. I would often look at that book especially as a pre-teen, when I was planning my wedding with Marques Houston. Marques and I were married several times btw. Once during the winter actually for some reason the winter one is stuck in my memory. I guess because many of the stories began with us already being married. Moving on... 


As I got older my wedding morphed with the relationship... such as the Howard U wedding.... the military wedding.... yeah... *crickets*

A few years have since passed. Marques is engaged to some chick name Marlena (its been a really long engagement and I am just like so when are y'all gonna *in my lil kim voice* "do the damn thing?") Relationships have come an gone and Danielle or as I like to refer to myself,  Miss Daniels (its a teacher joke, the kids can't pronounce my name and I don't correct them) has grown ALOT. Like ALOT ALOT.... 

One of my favorite things to do was dream/fantasize about love, families, "hearts, Stars, and Horseshoes, Clovers and Blue Moons, Pots of Gold and Rainbows, and Red Balloons...they're magically delicious!"  My wedding was a big part of that, but at some point through the process of personal growth and near death experiences I was just like...No....

I haven't thought about my wedding in years. I mean I have thought about the dress, I always thought I wanted the mermaid style, but sometimes I want a pretty pretty princess gown. I have always adored a princess cut diamond but now I am liking that emerald cut. I thought I wanted to be married on a beach, but my backyard isn't looking so bad. 

That tiara tho.... First wedding be like...

This isn't some sort of strange engagement announcement.

But questions and ideas have been brought to my attention. And I just find it completely crazy that this chick who has married Marq at least 5 times (in my head) has no idea what my wedding should look like.... and maybe it's because it's not a for sure thing...its just let's talk out of our a$$es momentarily. 

I actually find it to be sad. Most people became bridezillas I am just like maybe I should put it in my mom's hands when the time comes. ("Indy, Big mistake.") 

I guess I also use to be rich in my stories so there's the biggest difference. How I wish I could say money is no object... hahaha I only feel that way in a  Forever 21. 

Saving money, is probably a good idea...I also had no idea plates of food were so expensive, like why? My mom has been saying lately you should have a small wedding...which I would really like to know how one with large families and lots of friends can accomplish? Ppl gotta eat...and its a grip... smh.... 

Second wedding be like...

Being that its (engagement, parties, bridal shower, weddings, reception) in the horizon of the future I guess I can find that book my mom bought  oh so many years ago and try to remember one of the weddings I had with Marques.....

PS:  Pinterest just makes it worst. 
PSS: Mariah Carey was a guest for me and Marq you think she can make it to the Ryan and Danielle wedding...how does that work? 

Ironically I started a KDrama blog...

I have indulged in KDrama (Korean Soap Operas) . I was certain that it was the best thing since sliced bread and you know what I still think they are pretty cool, but...after watching the Mischievous Kiss: Love in Tokyo (Japanese Drama) I and feeling like I don't need to continue watching. Soap Operas/Romances/Romance Novels have the same on going theme, there is a girl who loves a boy, the boy doesn't give her the time of day and after a series of ridiculous situation the boy finds that he is madly in love with the girl and they marry. THE END (Or it can be a boy who is in love with the girl who is oblivious)
First lets understand me...I am not one for the Romance Genre, I think it is BULL, a load of crap! And that is quite hilarious since once upon a time I use to write romance. (what is now known as fan fiction) The problem I had with them is the emotion that comes with watching, the happiness, the anger, the sad the suspense. I really don't deal with suspense well at all. Oh you know when the evil mom has the girl kidnapped and we are waiting for the hero(s) to came and save her and its like the clock is ticking and just before it gets to 1 here they are to save the day. I just don't like suspense like that....
But then I found Korean Dramas, and I found Flower Boy Ramen Shop...a Romantic Comedy. I could relate to the character because she was becoming a school teacher, BUT she ends up having issues with one of the male students who also happens to be the son of the president of one of the biggest companies in Korea. Cha Chi Soo and his arrogance to go with his dramatic effect/charisma was sooo awesome!  I found myself watching and watching. Through a twists and turns the "student intern" and the rich Cha Chi Soo fall in love only to be told by the rich Cha enterprise president that they should be together, they didn't listen and the girl gets the boy and vice versa.
I needed MORE of Cha Chi Soo so I found another drama with Il Jung Woo and watched it, The Moon Embraces the Sun, and that one was awesome same theme, but historical romance drama with everything from a dead would be princess to a returned back to life would be princess, who was in love with the heir to the throne and long story short becomes wife to the king...happy ending. Then Answer Me 1997, this time I got away from Il Jung Woo, and watched from a suggestion. Then 49 Days, When a Man Loves, BOYS OVER FLOWERS (EPIC) and finally I just finished Mischievous Kiss and it is was at this point that I found myself to be over the Drama.
Maybe its because I didn't get a chance to watch it everyday, for hours at a time because they were being uploaded each week or maybe the ending was just too perfect I am not sure, but it made me a little upset.
Overall its probably my own wants and needs interfering with the fantasy aspect of the shows. Or maybe it is just the idea that nothing not even love comes easy. Because for 15 episodes homegirl loved dude even when dude was cold and about to marry someone else, and then on episode 16 all of a sudden like a bolt of lighting the boy admits to loving the girl and a marriage ensues.
The probablem I have is from experience I don't care how much you love a person if it doesn't happen it won't and if its not supposed to happen then it won't. In American Romance we would have made the girl who loves the one guy get with the the other guy while the guy she loves marries the other girl and then bring the two back together to have an affair. But then that is the difference between American Drama and K/J Drama. Our shows almost never stop after one season. Theirs stop at episode 16 or 20 and it ends. There is a plan clear cut ending and someone always gets what they wanted from the beginning.
As much as I love the Asian in me from a past life I don't want to lose my edge by watching dramas that are cookie cutter.   

I've Come Down with Bad Case of Yellow Fever...and its OK!

I love black men, I love white men, I love Spanish men, AND I love Asian men…

What’s wrong with loving our Asian brothers? Yea…. I’m not sure, but I do know that for whatever reason albeit discrimination, racism, or misconceptions; black and Asian love has been taboo.  Even with this taboo recently I have seen and used #yellowfever quite a bit recently.  

#yellowfever 

According to urban dictionary: “When non-Asian guys have a strong preference or fetish for women of Asian descent. These men exclusively date Asian women. They also learn an Asian language and travel to Asian countries, attempting to find a wife. Like the real disease, there is no cure.” 

  LOL!!!!!! Urban Dictionary is hilarious and even though it only refers to men let me just say I know how to say Hello in Japanese, Chinese, Korean, Thai,  and Tagalog (Filipino). I am teaching myself Korean including Hangul to the best of my ability.
 

Taboo, K Drama and Admitting the Problem (Is it really a problem though?)

"Look mom Chinese people." Yeah I've said that a few times as a child. But in Dover, Delaware back in the late 80's early 90's you just didn't see Asian people like that around here. Or maybe I was just sheltered. I remember there was a little Filipino boy that lived down the street, but at the time he was just Jon. Then my first crush looked like:

Needless to say he was black and Asian. From there I put my love for the "chinky" eye aside. Not just because there weren't many to choose from, but from what we get taught as we get older, like the main assumption: "Asians don't like blacks." The movie Menace II Society took that to a crazy level.
 Then there are all the other assumptions that fall into place in misguided people like: "Asians are nerds." "Asian men have small penises." Then there are the ones I have come up with on my own like: "Asian dude doesn't like black girls." "Ok he does like black girls but I am not "black enough."" Or maybe: "Since he was the top of his Doctoral class and is now an engineer, doctor, scientist, professor of some smart people stuff why would he be interested in me." The worst one is: "They are communist." (Damn communist tho?)

THANK GOD FOR THE INTERNET...(even tho I also found the crazy mess smh)

...which has taught me most of our (and my) assumptions are wrong. Its not that Asians don't like blacks it just that like any other race they are fed the same stereotypical/generalized BULL that others are fed and have come up with their own assumptions. PLUS traditions from the "motherland." Its also a matter of differences. Just as I did as a child there had to have been an Asian kid who said: "Look mom, black people." ( Please read ridiculousness here Why do Asian People Love White People but hate Black People?) Also: http://www.brittneyhood.com/kenneth-eng-why-i-hate-blacks/
http://askakorean.blogspot.com/2007/03/cant-we-all-just-get-along.html
Believe it or not, all Asians are not nerds. Well... it seems that basically they are pushed to be the best academically and they are into some things that one can identify as nerd -ish, but lately the "nerd" aspect slowly goes away as they grow (just as we all grow) once they go out and see the world and learn more about themselves. Like I said we all make that pilgrimage.
Small Pee Pee's huh? Who started this rumor? I want to know who started the small penis thing. I feel like this rumor alone has cockblocked a- many -a Asian man. Ok so I averaged it out between 5 different Asian countries and scientifically/mathematically this could be true. SMH... The average of the five different countries was 4.2 inches and I don't know if this is while flacid or erect. If while erect than...all I can say is the average size in the USA is 5.1 so I mean.... BUT at any rate the internet/instagram taught me that the penis stuff is all a myth and you may be pleasantly surprised.... just like I was surprised to find a Chinese dude in Kentucky who was ok with dating black, white... ETC...(I happen to believe Chinese are the most "conservative" so this was new to me).
Regardless of any race I date, I worry that I am not "black enough" and that includes skin pigmentation and let's face it, an Asian dude recently told me he thought I was Asian and lets not forget all the Spanish guys who think that I am Spanish. SMH.... In those cases... Hola...Nihao! LOL!!! I also worry about things like hair differences and some cultural differences. (Like remember to take off my shoes)
  The last two scenarios, well one is from my own insecurities (of not being smart enough even though I work really hard to try to learn alot all the time, just not to be a doctor) and the other is from reading books based on the 1930's-1960's. I really shouldn't worry about communism but its one of the scary words the government has taught Americans to be afraid of....

 Like I said the internet has helped with all my misconceptions, but I wouldn't have even done the research if it hadn't of been for K. Drama. Yes Korean Drama. It got me. Like all the way. (and kpop) 

And with it I was finally able to say: "Hey he's hot!" And not feel "a way". 

Jonathan Stanton like YASSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!

 Then I found out there were others just like me, as in other black girls who loved Asian guys. That really made me feel like, oh wow I am not alone!

AND LET ME BE REAL:

Let's not front and act like black folks don't have a position on this situation because in all honesty as the Black girl in the situation I am the one getting the flack about it from my peers. Like when I showed a friend a pic of an Asian dude I found attractive; her response: "How do you find that attractive?" or others turning their nose up. Even though black men seem to love Asian women, I find some black dudes  jeer a little about black girls and Asian guys like: "why would you be with him, what can he do for you?" I actually had a guy act as if he had nothing to worry about when it came to an Asian guy and him because he thought HE was so much more good looking than the an Asian guy. HA! SMH... as if the Asian guy was not or could not be attractive to me. (That was just dumb.)

"We are all people, why limit yourself?"

EXACTLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 
And can we not look at these couples like there is something wrong... I thought that most of us were over the interracial dating thing. As many cream babies that are in the schools I really thought interracial dating wasn't such a big deal and the way people LOVE "blasian" babies, BUT the memes on Instagram tell me other wise...there is a whole, as I like to call it "underworld" of Black girls who love Asian men AND Asian men who LOVE black girls...
One day maybe we will stop being caught up on dumb stuff, maybe one day we will have open hearts, maybe one day we will open ourselves to learning about one another and maybe I am just a dreamer. At the end of the day whether a black man sweeps me off my feet or a polka dotted man I just KNOW he better treat me like I ought to be treated and love me as I should be loved and in return I'll love him in the way he needs to be loved.... (another blog for another day).... 

PS: It seems that "yellow fever" is a term really frowned upon. I don't agree with fetishizing a race or any other things. I don't fetishize Asians I simply find Asian men attractive.