Not that it matters, but, what ethnicity are you and what ethnicity are your friends and lovers?

I took a test so this is so much easier and on the last estimate...

I was raised with family tales of being;

• Half Anglo-Saxon because of my father.

• Half Viking British because of my mother and an old Norwegian family name on that side of the family that got anglicised in the Midlands and my mother has ancestral roots in Stratford Upon Avon my maternal grandmother told me thanks to my Maternal Grandfather having roots there.

• But also an 8th Welsh (My mother's a quatre, my Nan was half Welsh)

My maternal Grandmother was the result of Wales meets London, a product of an Welshman from a big family deep in Wales with the best name ever (William Williams, of Wales) somewhere, coming to London to Soho and Chelsea to meet my maternal Grandmother's mother who was as my Nan described her (Was a Chelsea girl with my Nan's Aunty always partying in the 1920's in their flapper hats in the West End).
I check a box marked White British.
That's me, that's my ethnicity...

Now...
My friends are...
This girl who's half white English, quarter Italian, quarter Brazilian of African decent and took the same test as me and she got Cameroon I believe for her African heritage.
She tends to lean towards Socialism but will be the first to tell me politics aren't as important as living... And she hates that I'm a Tory... but we're friends, good friends, like... we're emergency contact level of friend.
She grew up around the corner to me but I never met her until we were adult and she moved away somewhere in another neighbourhood in another London Borough but still m side of town, so I met her here but she lived somewhere else in London's south side (locally called 'South London')
She since moved away out of London and I'm pet sitting her cat during lock down.

I have...
People who want to get in touch who I should hit back.
My good friend originally from the Philippines, my good Filipino-British friend.
I met him in town (Croydon) and we liked the same things like music and hobbies, and yeah, he's a good friend, me and this other guy who's great, he's a friend, British-Indian with ancestral roots in Goa so he's of Christian roots in that part of India.... but he's a cool tattoo artist now (love his work he did on this self, this wicked cool Hindu God looking art, just cool) and he's very chill and very relaxed and always a pleasure to run into as he lives around the corner (half lives up north in Leicester, so, this whole other city, I'm down here in London, there are times of the year this guy's not in town/up in Leicester, so there's that added pleasure in bumping into this guy)... Me and my Filipino-British friend and this guy were meant to be band once; need a drummer though...
This Filipino-British friend and I were like brothers at one point for a while there, kinda, we were cool though, and, when I met him, he was a proud Filipino who told me tales of playing his national anthem on the guitar and he would regale me of tales growing up and his friends and family back in the Philippines. He's cool, he's a Rastafarian too, love his Bob Marley, he's way cool. Now he has a girlfriend and kids and a job with a family to support, but he still is reaching out to get back in touch, and I like chatting with him/catching up.
All my age, my peers, he knew friends from my secondary school and our friend we had band plans with and myself, same age (coincidence).
My Filipino-British friend was raised Catholic, and I was around when he naturalised to this country... We go back a bit.

My other good friend, also reaches out to get in touch with me, I met in college, Bolivian-British, he came to this country from Bolivia, went to a military academy his first year in the UK on the other side of London then he and his family moved my way and he went to my college where I met him. Had a tattoo on his hand that basically meant he was in a child army in Bolivia as an infant, before he since had it covered up with another to hide that, he taught me about the Spanish speaking world and how that tattoo means different (bad) things in different countries and his was because he was in the army as a kid; honest, loyal and cool, He's cool and was always well dressed and a total Japanfile. Once in Japanese class, he stunned the whole room because he caught a fly with his bare hands, got up, and walked to the window and let it go, because it was distracting him - I'd never forget.
We had deep meaningful conversations, and both enjoyed 'the finer things' and, then he moved away, got married, but we stayed in touch, and, I think he said I got him into guitar, because now he's a total guitar guy too, and he even went deeper into that than me and once told me he got interested into guitar amps and customising the electronics of those, so now I have a good friend who can modify a Marshall amp if I ever get one I want (I'm looking at a Jubilee model) and start from there and have my own modded Marshall Jubilee, I also once tried to mediate a trade between him and my British-Filipino friend, because one wanted a Fender at the same time one was selling a Fender, but that deal wasn't to be, no hard feelings on any part, that was last year...
I have a Fender my friend wanted to buy from me, but I wasn't selling and he wasn't willing to pay what it'll cost me to replace on that one, but he's sorted so it's cool.
My Bolivian-British friend, since I met him, moved with his family on to the other side of London, then he got married, moved to Spain, is living somewhere in Bask country, he's still a British Citizen but he told me he's okay because he's Bolivian and of Spanish heritage and Spain has this deal where he's okay, he had plans to return to the UK to visit family here January 2021, but, lock downs I guess didn't allow for those plans to be, and we were meant to catch up, but this was planned before UK went into Tier Lock down little lone national, so maybe next time. I was around when he naturalised to this country too, in fact, he was the first person I ever knew who naturalised here, and we go back, way way back, so he's now British like me, taught me what it was and that he's now British and like me, he said, if anywhere ever kicks him out of the country, they can now send him back to the UK, that's how I think he explained that one to me lol, but I got it, get, but, yeah, he's cool. We talk Japanese to each other, my nickname for him was Oyabun, which is Japanese for the God Father because he used to dress in like all black with a big huge black posh looking winter coat, this dude was cool.

I had a crew like family to me who even is how I met my good friend at the top;
I asked out the only Lesbian in Thornton Heath (at the time) then showed her Soho and she took to it and got both our feet into that door where we both worked for different places doing the same promotional work teaming up on Compton Street Soho on Saturday Nights and we both got in deep with Soho and that gave me my 'Ebony Lesbian Crew' like family to me. My friend from here also used to go around telling EVERYBODY/my family/EVERYBODY that she was my sister, and why not? I loved it.
I have well wishers now from that, even though I went to vacation/holiday with this link with Carmen London to Amsterdam.
She came from a broken home and never knew her dad, but she's mixed race.
This ex lover Ebony Lesbian of hers she met in Soho also from our town and I became cool, as we both were the same age and recognised each other's intellect against fool on melt downs around starting stuff, we became good friends, she was born in the UK but has roots in Barbados and goes there to see family sometimes, she's a mother and had a man who's the father of her kids, but she's cool enough to be down with the LGBT community etc and has girlfriend now and dated other girls when she split up with my good friend who introduced us, she's cool, I think. She blew my mind and then her smartness made sense to me the day I found out (early on but still after going on vacation/holiday together) that she's an army reserved and loves her army life and is military trained.
She is so sweet and cool, it blew my mind, but then it made a lot of sense given her nature of teamwork ingrained in this one and has her army family she loves, a bunch of strong army men and her in Croydon.


In my honest opinion, I am blessed, and it doesn't matter what my friends are, because they're my friends, but I'd hate for my conservatism I show have people think I hang out with a bunch of old white guys.
I have white guy friends, they're business owners too actually, (I am a white man who also has a business, I have my origin story there though not rooted in theirs) but it's something we have in common. But they're cool, one for sure's leans more towards Socialist values who builds guitars and the other owns my town's biggest guitar shop and our town put his and a bunch of other business owners up in the middle of Croydon last year so I'd be walking down, see a big picture of my friend standing next to a Marshall Amp the town put their.
I also have a bunch of friends in Thornton Heath, mostly Jamaican or British with Jamaican heritages, who's that age/older than me friends, and one man from Senegal who owns a phone shop and who's business I saw grow and who I'd bump into in other areas of South London buying stock back when I first went into business with some next mixed race girl I had a crush on with Jamaican and English roots.
I have this friend who's mixed race, from Barbados, but he had to tell me because I pegged him as a Canadian because he has a thick Canadian accent and wears Canadian Jerseys and I bump into him at the Tesco and he's my 'professional musician' friend who works hard at music and is only interested if he and his musicians are getting paid... and... he even rang me up my birthday to wish me happy birthday, he's cool, of the older generation, but he told me he's from Barbados with a Canadian older half brother and loves it out there too, but that surprised me, learning he was from Barbados and not Canada, he was even wearing a Canadian jersey when he told me this too, in Tesco.

I'm hetero (not that it matters), most of my relationships have been with black girls, my first serious gf lived on the other side of London to me, I was 19, she was 17, she was half UK Guyanese half African American but quatre Native American who knew Southern California's Orange County and has family in Irvine.
My 2nd was from Uganda, Christian lady... We even went to an immigration lawyer once to discuss her status if we got married.
Learned a lot that day...

 

As a child I was told Wales, Scotland and England. That's as far as I went delving into my family history.

 

Do you consider yourself British or American or what?
Where in the world were you raised?

Do you talk to anyone who's a different ethnicity?

 

I talk to a friend around the corner who is teaching me that whole new Covid-19 handshake that thing people are doing now, so I have that/know that thanks to him.
He's Somalian but he's got London accent, my age, went school in Croydon like me.
Goes back to Africa for vacation to see family.
He's cool.
He's a Muslim.
I've grew up with friends from all countries and all religions in my school and I even likened the experience to that TV Show Deep Space 9.
My own little click of friends was like a mini UN of BAME (British for Black Asian Minority Ethnic) from Sri Lanka to Thailand to Somalian Refugee to Turkey to Mixed Race half black half white raised by a black lady who a Chinese Jamaican so had a Chinese surname name to white friends and black friends ect and Jamaican girls who were black too and African girls, like, came to the UK too and joined into this click I had, Mauritian too; this Mauritian girl in school I had as a friend taught me they speak French there, but she sounded British.

 

I was born and raised in Michigan, lived 15 years in San Diego, presently live in Tucson and can not think of any reason I wouldn't consider myself an American.

 

I see, so I guess my first guess of you being in the UK somewhere was off... LOL.

 

If youre white american then its not advised to look into your families history too far. Could be very traumatic.

 

Screw that noise.

 

anyone can be shocked by their results

most Americans are Mutts, just the reality of it.. I know I am

 

Scots and German.
I suspect a bit of Blue Venusian on my Mother's side and Romulans on my Father's side.
Also some suspect Orangutans dotted about the geneology.

 

My mom was adopted so a dead end there, deceased too.

 

so the african american and native american were perhaps married?

 

German, Dutch, Irish, Scottish, Hungarian, English, Creole.

I have family that have Filipino, Honduran, Chinese, Swedish, Cherokee and plenty of blends. Heinz 57.

We re all US Citizens.

 

Does anyone else here have people in their lives from different ethnicities who's not family?
Maybe where I'm from it really is global, IDK anymore, seems like no one's saying 'my friends are this but I am this but it doesn't matter', I've seen people tell us what they are, but not who the people in their lives are and if they're the same as them or different.
Do you roll with your own or what?

 

As far as I can trace back, both sides of my family have been in America since before the revolution, and that's true for my wife's family. I've not DNA tested myself, but I got that one Christmas for my parents so know that ethnicity wise I'm about half British and German on both sides. A few sprinkles of Black and Native American mixed in and would like to know more about that, but the "family lore" turned out to be totally wrong.

 

White, white, white, and did I mention, white?

 

Pretty rural here, the black section is called the "quarters" and has been forever but times do change. I would hesitate to go in the "quarters" in a large city but not here. In fact I usually buy my beer and smokes at the ghetto store and have for years. Even if we dont know names, we know faces and say hello.

 

We all originally crawled out the same sludge bucket originally. What does it matter.

 

Bummer that she didn't find the intimacy of a particular tribe. At any rate, whatever her roots, she's a delightful young lady.

 

Far as I know, I go back to Alsace Lorraine (French/German), Wales, Scottish Highlands, and Native American (Iroquois). My Wife is mostly Greek and Irish, with some Scandinavian and Scott.

 

Forgot to mention that these are verbal histories which only go back about two hundred years. No DNA tests or lineage research. Beyond that, who knows. To me, were there slaves, scoundrels or royalty, it wouldn't matter because without them we wouldn't be who, where, or what we are. So to all of our forefathers/mothers, I say thank you. As for friends, we only have three: a Chinese American, a white European American, and a Puerto Rican American. Our two closest neighbors with whom we are in a standard and friendly peace, are black and Puerto Rican.