Aurielle Marie is reminded with every swipe that her body is an irregularity – and how exhausting it is to navigate relationships as a dark-skinned woman
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I have my Tinder filters set to include men and women between the ages of 24 and 50 (judge ya mama, not me) in a six-mile radius of my Oakland, California, apartment. In my hometown of Atlanta, similar settings have provided matches to a trove of black folk running the spectrum of color, size, gender, ability and sexuality – a playground of sorts, filled with the uncles of a few former classmates, a well-renowned porn star living in Buckhead and one time, unfortunately, my fourth-grade art teacher.
But in Oakland, the radical black paradise of my childhood imagination, I find myself wading through white couples looking for “exotic unicorns” and black queers conducting virtual paper bag tests.
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