Romance, race and religion
After my second break up with a Pentecostal, I've been encouraged to blog about my issues. I blame Martin Luther first and foremost. But it does bring about an interesting reflection about the intersection of romance, race and religion. As a Black Catholic in Nashville, TN, I imagine I am more likely to be struck by lightening than to find a single Black Catholic man my age. Recently I have dated Black Protestants in hopes of either converting them or convincing them to raise Catholic children. That hasn't gone so well for me thus far.