Racism and Interracial Love... So it Begins

Let me get a few things off my chest. I'm a black American married to an English British man. We met online years ago the rest is history. If anyone close to me reads this. I want you to know mention of either of our nationality does not have to arise EVERY time we meet or speak. The mention of me being married to a "slave owner", "the MAN", or a pink penis boils my blood.
Also, to my friends that are white or of passingly fair skin- I do NOT consider myself African American. I consider myself black. To me, an African American is an immigrant from Africa with a green card. I was born here. Black represents the unknown. There was much slavery on both sides of my family and loads of interracial breeding. The most immediate known race on my mother's side is Iroquois! I'm too mixed up to know exactly what I am. I just easily associate with African to the eye because of my skin tone. My hair texture differs from the average west African. I'm lots of things but I am a legal native born American. Call me black if you must put me in a box.
Now, why did I marry a white man? I married him because he stuck around long enough to love me genuinely and make me a priority. I am a plus size diva with big boobs and a generally flat butt. Most black men pay me no attention and ask me about my sister who does have a big round butt. Most black men go for big booties not breast. When my husband and I walk down the street together it shocks people. My neighbor's little son loves me but is encouraged to stay away from me just as often as his father sees me with my husband. Why? He is a man who loves me and just happens to be white.
To the black men... Where were you when I was single? Oh- I remember- you were either making insulting jokes behind me as if I can't hear you or asking me for my sister's number! Did I want you? I did. All the men with jobs and no need to ask me for my money were after a trophy or wouldn't go on a date with me but would secretly sleep with me when bored.
I've always been told it was because I'm fat but I doubt it. I've seen plenty of big ladies twice my size with sexy men. The only ones that wanted me were ones who needed some kind of help. My black girlfriends would say I don't go to the right places to find men. Well I don't go to the hood to look for them. Most of the club attention was from other women and on the street and in the stores the men were twice my age at least. I don't want a man who's children are my age. Don't act shocked when you see me with my white man. Just remember 1 man's trash is another man's treasure. Someone loved me- just not you.
To my sisters... Don't hate! I'm not with him because he pays the bills. Truth be told, we split the rent and phone/Internet. We share them. I'm not a housewife yet. Its not so we can have pretty babies either. I could make a pretty baby with anyone. I have good genes. We all come out with curly hair, no acne, and muscles. We're built that way. Just know I got tired of loaning money I never get back and never being taken on a date because I'm not music video "phat". I'm with a white man because the conversation was good and the attitude was genuine on both ends.
To my family and closest friends... I really don't want to hear your racial comments. Especially you! I have to face the rest of the world. Why should I not expect comfort from you? You should be my safe haven. Saying things racial makes both of us uncomfortable, not just him.I didn't attack you with gay comments when you were confused. I kept my opinions to myself about gay relationships. Remember Aaron and Marian were stricken with leprosy when they spoke against Moses' Ethiopian wife. He could do the same to you.
To everyone in the world... Love is blind. It has no idea that people war over black and white. It just hits you. It isn't important! The only thing that is important is that you love each other and put each other 1st after God only also that you work hard to stay together because life is 4 times harder without someone to have your back.