Being biracial is weird. I don& #39;t understand how any white person in the world can& #39;t conceptualize, if imperfectly, the ways in which being a BIPOC is uniquely tiring, but then I remember that weird relationship I have with bad news about people who look like my family but not me.

If this is horrible enough for me that every now and then I need to lean on my partner and put my phone down- what the fuck does that mean when it& #39;s aimed at you?

How do I express this to white people who& #39;ve never experienced it?

It& #39;s this position where I know empathy is possible, and I know understanding certain things without having experienced them is possible.... but shit, I& #39;m not straight, so I can& #39;t talk about what being straight is like. I& #39;m not 100% white, so I can& #39;t talk about what that& #39;s like.

(The character limit is probably one of the main reasons I kept away from using Twitter for so long. Because see, nuance needed. Being biracial is weird, but this thread is specifically about one of those races being white, & my skin being white.)